The room was filled with a mix of aromas.
Scents of incense and sweat mingled with other indescribable odors like spices mixed into clear seawater, fragrant yet with a hint of fishiness and saltiness.
Zhang Shuniang did not sleep well, curled up tightly, with a deep sleep's flush and greasiness still lingering on her small face, strands of hair sticking randomly to her face in a disheveled fashion as if she had weathered some great ordeal the previous night.
Chen Li rose quietly from the bed without disturbing her, dressed in his robes, straightened his collar, and then used a Cleaning Skill on himself before walking out of the bedroom.
...
Time always flew in busy times, and Chen Li felt as though it had been just moments ago that it was the height of summer, the sun scorching, but now autumn was creeping in. Although the vegetation in the city remained evergreen and lush, the air had taken on a hint of coolness.
It had been a while since he last went out.
