The corridor was like a silent river, moonlight spilling across the stone tiles in silver pools, while drifting with the flow of the river—Ling'er walked ahead, her azure dress trailing like mist over water, they soon arrived at Tianmo's quarter.
She did not speak during the journey, but the pressure in the air shifted with every step she took... However, once, they reached the chambers, she pushed the door shut with a force that belied her slender frame, and quickly locked it. The sound of the latch clicking was sharp, final, like the closing of a tomb or the sealing of a treasure vault.
Her face turned a deep shade of red, and she began to drool uncontrollably. "Brother... I... I missed you..."
She did not wait for a response, her hands trembling as she reached out to open the ribbon holding her dress, the fabric slipping from her shoulders like water shedding a stone.
