The moonlight, like liquid silver, washed over the Cloud Sea. Lin Qianyan sat alone at the ship's prow, a delicate jade cup in her hand. The clear wine within rippled gently, reflecting her somewhat lonely expression.
She took a delicate sip. The wine's fragrance filled her senses, but it could do little to dispel the loneliness in her heart.
Every so often, she would tilt her head, her gaze passing through the thin layer of clouds to look toward the other side.
There, at the far edge of the clouds, was Pei Yuhang's Spiritual Ship.
The bedroom on the ship was brightly lit, and through the thin clouds, she could faintly make out the flickering play of light and shadow within the window.
'What is Brother Pei doing right now?'
A faint melancholy stirred in Lin Qianyan's heart, her eyes revealing a mix of confusion and longing.
Her fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the jade cup, their tips feeling slightly cool.
