"Sky Blue Waits for Misty Rain, while I wait for you; cooking smoke curls upward, ten million miles across the river. At the bottom of the bottle, I write Han clerical script, imitating the flowing grace of bygone dynasties, taking it as foreshadowing for meeting you..."
Luo Chuan hummed a tune that did not belong to this world. The pleasing scene he had just witnessed surfaced in his mind as Yao Ziyan's hurried footsteps gradually faded away.
He could not help feeling deeply moved. Had some unscrupulous author finally found his conscience and started handing him benefits?
No, he could not keep thinking about this.
Shaking his head, he cast aside the jumble of thoughts and took a bottle of Sprite from the System Space.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp...
The cool liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach, refreshing his spirit. He then looked out the window. Countless household lights reflected in his eyes, with the towering imperial city shining brightest among them.
The night sky was clear, brilliant stars scattered across it like a black curtain, forming a vast and boundless river of splendor. Compared to them, even the bright moon seemed considerably dimmer.
Luo Chuan decided to go out and take a look.
Of course, not the sort of going out for a stroll.
Opening the window, the cool night air immediately rushed toward him. The bone-piercing chill of the Month of Cold Winter was gone; it seemed the Month of Revival had once again won this confrontation that had lasted countless ages.
Luo Chuan took a deep breath of the faintly cool air, passed through the window, and came to the rooftop, gazing at the profound night sky.
The stars glittered, seemingly within reach at this moment. He could not help but wonder whether