Night.
Pei Yuhang leaned against the gnarled branch of an ancient tree, one leg bent, his arms lazily cradling the back of his head.
There was no wind or snow in the Cold Palace Sword Mansion tonight. The stars in the sky were exceptionally clear—a beautiful sight he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Brother Pei, you still love looking at the stars as much as ever."
A gentle laugh came from behind him. Lin Qianyan arrived, stepping through the moonlight. The hem of her dress, embroidered with a subtle pattern, brushed against the moss with a soft RUSTLE.
Pei Yuhang pulled his gaze from the starry sky and looked at the beautiful woman whose alluring and elegant curves were outlined by the moonlight.
"Qianqian, I'm sorry. My Yueqiu caused you trouble."
Hearing this, Lin Qianyan pursed her lips into a smile, the corners of her eyes curving into crescents. She reached up and tucked a stray strand of dark hair, lifted by the night breeze, behind her ear.
