The moonlight flowed quietly through the night, its pale light casting a web of shadows.
Li Zijun lay on the ground, gazing at the blank eyes of the long-dead wild boar. Suddenly, her own eyes lit up. She crouched down and plucked a stalk of foxtail grass.
Was this the same kind her master always liked to hold in his mouth?
She extended a delicate finger, gently tapping the end of the grass. The fluffy foxtail bounced slightly.
Ji Nanjue watched the foxtail tremble in Li Zijun's hand. As she looked at the 'stalk,' an odd expression filled her eyes, as if she'd thought of something. She glanced at Su Bei suspiciously. Su Bei looked back, confused.
"Ji Baoer, what are you looking at?"
Cold moonlight seemed to soak the hem of her white gauze skirt, and a light fragrance drifted from the pines and willows.
