The moon is bright and stars are sparse tonight.
In this grand city, the last flickering candlelight quietly extinguishes.
It is time to dream.
Ji Lingruo is wearing a loose cloud-patterned robe, leaning against the window, gazing outward.
The robe naturally slips off her shoulder, revealing her fragrant shoulder. Her skin is as white as condensed cream, glowing under the bright moonlight,.
The girl remains lost in faint melancholy, oblivious to the graceful skin inadvertently exposed.
"Senior brother..."
"Hmm?"
You Su just stepped out from the bathing chamber, his body carrying a refreshing moisture, his ink-black hair casually tied up.
"Do you think... Qiao Xiuying and Xiang Wenting regret meeting each other?"
Ji Lingruo and You Su have just confirmed their feelings these past two days, yet they've witnessed a tragic event born out of love, compounded by the racial divide between them, making the young girl naturally anxious.
