The moonlight poured down like water, illuminating a slender figure nestled closely behind Pei Yuhang.
Her silver hair, like freshly fallen snow, shimmered faintly in the night. For a dizzying moment, Pei Yuhang's heart skipped a beat; he almost thought it was Ji Shenyun.
But if it had been that wanton woman, she would have long since disregarded the situation, her hands roaming freely over his body. She might have even deliberately breathed against his ear and laughed, just to watch him squirm in embarrassment.
The silver-haired girl behind him, however, simply leaned against him quietly. Her breathing was shallow, and a warm breath carrying a familiar, faint fragrance brushed against the nape of his neck.
Her voice was incredibly soft, like a whisper in a dream, or like a long-suppressed yearning that had finally found an outlet:
"Master... Yueqiu missed you so much..."
Pei Yuhang's pupils contracted. He thought he must be dreaming.
