Usually at this time, the master would be inside, grinding ink and writing some thoughts and insights after reading, and he always liked to say one thing: reflect three times a day.
After hesitating a bit, he finally pushed open the door in front of him. The somewhat old wooden door made a "creak" sound. He recalled that Shen Yanli had casually mentioned in front of him that his wooden door had some wear and needed repair.
It seems it still hasn't been fixed yet.
"If the wooden door still isn't fixed, why not say anything? It looks like it'll have to depend on me." Mo Bai murmured softly.
Stepping over the high threshold, Mo Bai entered the room, greeted by a faint fragrance of white orchid. He pushed open the south-facing window, just as the sun was setting, the afterglow of the sunset casting down, suddenly reminding him of the illusion realm where two people sat together on the cliff watching the sunset.
He smiled and shook his head, saying, "Illusions, all fake."
