All around Moon Bamboo Peak, clusters of bamboo forests swayed gently in the breeze.
The crisscrossing bamboo leaves created a rustling sound, imparting a sense of tranquility.
Amidst this, there were also quite a few insect songs.
In about another two-hour period, dawn would break.
After Shi Yuezhu returned, the two of them decided not to rest but to find a place to sit in the courtyard.
Shi Yuezhu recounted her childhood experiences to Shen Han.
As if afraid the drifting breeze would eavesdrop, they sat very close together.
Feigning nonchalance, but actually on purpose.
Sitting there, their arms touched.
Though separated by two layers of clothing, they both could sense the warmth.
Since she could remember, Shi Yuezhu had lived on Xiaoyao Peak.
As the last disciple of the former sect leader of Xiaoyao Peak, Shi Yuezhu received a lot of care from a young age.
She was fortunate; perhaps her gentle nature was shaped by the happiness of her childhood.
