The night was as dark as ink, so thick it couldn't be dissolved.
Suddenly, a breeze swept through, dispersing the layers of clouds. The bright moon emerged, casting a cold, eerie glow, its silvery light pouring down like an inverted Milky Way.
The lanterns under the corridor flickered in the wind, casting swaying shadows on the ground.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at the small section of tile Yu Tingwan had removed.
Inside, she could only see Ying Zhi sitting.
The light inside wasn't very bright; Ying Zhi sat still, his expression calm.
There was no struggle at all.
From the moment he decided to come, he was ready for sacrifice.
There must be sacrifice to gain, he was open-minded.
How could he be hesitant?
But.
He looked around.
This place wasn't big.
The furnishings were old.
After Liang Rui moved in, he didn't specifically change the furniture.
Indeed.
Liang was a barbarian land, even the princes were quite rough.
