The night deepened, and a layer of white dew settled in the garden.
The white dew lent the late summer's sultry night an added touch of serenity, and in a few days, it would be the start of autumn.
The mansion was quiet, someone carrying a lantern walked along the corridor, the light flickering faintly in the darkness like a fleetingly dancing firefly, stopping by a room door.
Cui Min pushed open the door and walked into the study.
The room lit up.
The surroundings gradually brightened, with several medical books laid out on the long table, which were dusted and cleaned every day. The inkstone was of high quality, and in the corner of the desk, there stood a potted green jade bamboo, vivid and vibrantly colored, very antique.
The study was large and appeared simple, but in reality, every piece of placed furniture was exceptionally exquisite.
He sat down at the desk.
