Youthful charm paired in poetic thrill, silk canopies of spring nights express love without still.
Lu Chuan and Ning Xin's research into human anatomy had reached profound depths, a seamless blending of wisdom, a resonance of souls.
Their academic discussions continued into the late night, and, exhausted, they both fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
Lu Chuan woke up in a daze to find that the figure beside him had disappeared, leaving behind only a note.
He picked up the note and glanced over it. It read, "I'm gone, this villa is yours now. Don't forget me!"
Lu Chuan scratched his head and reflected on the previous night's madness, feeling a sense of absurdity.
But what was done was done, and since Ning Xin had returned to the Capital City from Cloud City, it wasn't his place to say anything further.
"Another romantic debt incurred, could this really be related to my constitution?" Lu Chuan mocked himself with a smile, got dressed, tidied up the villa, and left.
