He was so fervently lost between the painting and reality that he himself felt like he had snatched the beauty from the canvas, resolved to viciously torment her until she too became a deathly still white paper.
It wasn't until the struggles of the other person gradually quieted down that only faint breathing sounds filled the room, with the beauty in the painting lowering her head, staring sorrowfully at everything in the room as the drizzle murmured softly like silken threads.
A surge of anger and the distant rumbling of thunder outside brought Qi Yutai back to his senses. Silver cups studded with colorful enamels were overturned before him, and the flowing nectar within clearing his muddled mind for a moment.
"Something's not right," he frowned, "How can there be other guests in this room?"
Fengle Building had specifically prepared the "Startling Hibernation" room for Qi Yutai.
