At midnight, the old castle was steeped in a deathly silence. Moonlight spilled through the mottled windowpanes, casting light upon the shadowy corridor.
A long, slender, pale hand gently pushed open the door to Su Yaoyao's room, which let out a faint CREAK.
Noah stepped inside, his movements light and nearly soundless, like a phantom in the night.
He wore a black silk robe, its collar slightly agape, revealing his delicate collarbones. His long purple hair shimmered under the moonlight with a cool sheen.
Noah went straight to Su Yaoyao's bed and gently lay down.
He turned slightly to face Su Yaoyao, a gentle yet mysterious smile on his lips.
He then parted his lips and blew gently toward Su Yaoyao. A plume of pale purple smoke drifted slowly from his mouth, spreading out like a weightless veil until it gradually enveloped her.
Unaware, Su Yaoyao inhaled the strangely fragrant smoke. Already asleep, her breathing deepened, and she sank into a profound slumber.
