His hands gently rested on the armrests, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the carved tabletop—an idiosyncrasy of his when deep in thought.
Every light tap seemed to mirror the turmoil in his heart.
Cheng Guang's expression was serious, his unfailingly complex thoughts meandering across his brow.
"It seems some people don't wish for Great Zhou to remain peaceful."
In the stillness of the night, Cheng Guang suddenly let out a light chuckle, his gaze falling on the stars scattered across the dark expanse outside his window, finding the unfolding events increasingly interesting.
There he sat, like a static sculpture, only the flicker in his eyes and the tapping of his fingers betraying the surges in his soul.
As the darkness of the night gradually receded, the eastern horizon began to reveal a faint blush of dawn.
The rising sun slowly peeked out, casting the first rays of light onto the land.
Behind Cheng Guang, Qing Luan and Bai Shuxuan were already awake.
