At midnight, the moon hung in the west, and the countless stars in the sky were like pearls in the celestial Turquoise Pool, reflecting off the lantern lights of the bustling streets of Qingzhou, as if drawing an infinite Milky Way between heaven and earth.
In the dim, blurry room, only the faint moonlight sifted through the window lattices, casting a misty halo of silver light.
As a delicate, round jade foot gently stepped on the golden velvet carpet, a woman emerged from the steaming bath, drips of warm moisture slowly falling down her skin, her body seemingly coated with a thin layer of sweat, exuding an indescribable allure.
The woman didn't reach for a towel to dry off; instead, she slipped into a red bridal gown over her damp skin, tiptoeing like a spectral enchantress to the bedside.
"Mr. Mo..."
Mengniang's lips parted slightly, her eyes fondly fixed on the man lying on the bed, his black hair like cascading clouds resting against his pale cheeks, orderly yet disheveled.
