The room was filled with warm light, gentle and moving.
Xie Xun once thought his longing had gone too deep, to the point of conjuring illusions, until the evening breeze wafted through the open window and extinguished an oil lamp. Xie Xun awoke as if from a dream, his heart overflowing with joy.
"Ayu!"
He hastily rose to his feet, and Fengyu had already run over, throwing herself into the arms of Xie Xun, who had opened them wide. Her longing, buried deep during her busy days, surged to consume her mind in the quiet moments of midnight dreams. As she embraced him, Fengyu finally dared to release her pent-up yearning—she missed Xie Xun, immensely, desperately. When they first met, she never imagined that one day he would hold such a significant place in her heart.
