Dark night, strong wind.
Ye Xuan had his fun in both Leng Qiuge and Liu Ying's rooms, then returned to his own.
A stumble makes one wise!
Ye Xuan really didn't want to experience a missed opportunity like the one from a week ago again.
But it's hard to catch a shadow once it's gone, and clouds float leisurely through a thousand years.
Since Ye Xuan missed that rare opportunity, let alone Lin Tong throwing herself at him again, he hasn't even seen a smile from her these days.
Heartbroken, regretful beyond words!
Now, in the dead of night, Ye Xuan could only curl up in his room, holding the bedding that still had Lin Tong's unique fragrance lingering, longing in vain, a soft sorrow wrapping around his heart.
"At that time, the dream was only 0.01 millimeters away from me, and I didn't cherish it. If the heavens give me another chance, I definitely won't miss it again. If a deadline must be placed on it, I hope it's... three hours."
