Murong ignored Ye Guichen's coldness and sat down beside him.
Sometime unknown, a round moon appeared on the horizon.
Many people had fallen asleep.
A few were whispering.
Murong didn't make a sound either, just sitting quietly.
The two figures, bathed in the moonlight, had a unique charm.
Murong inexplicably felt an immense inner peace, a strange thought blossoming in his heart.
If this moment could last forever, how wonderful that would be.
Murong let out a soft sigh, stiffly turned his head, and looked at Ye Guichen's profile.
With the moonlight, that face appeared delicate and refined, yet sharply defined.
The more he looked, the more Murong found himself captivated.
Ye Guichen seemed to have fallen into his own world, motionless, but a rolling aura surged from him, clearly in the midst of training.
