After nightfall, the temperature inside the room had risen instead, an unnatural oddity. Wrapped in a large, wide and long towel, He Danggui felt very hot, and the heat she couldn't avoid came from Meng Xuan's sharp and crystal clear gaze.

A wind that passed through the window gap, unusually kindly blew out the four celadon shaded lamps, making the room turn darker by two points, leaving only two small arm-thick gold-encrusted red candles, silently spitting out flowing red.

A few ...