She lightly shook her slender wrist, and a small silk fan stirred a fragrant breeze.
The farmhouse courtyard in the height of summer was rarely so quiet. The cicadas let out a couple of perfunctory hums. Blue sky, white clouds, sunlight, shade beneath the trees—the black-haired girl in white by the window seemed immersed in her book, witnessing the splendor of the distant primordial age.
After finishing the Bone Book in her hands, she set down the embroidered round fan and rose.
Creak~
Out of habit, she shifted her chair backward, producing a scraping sound that set her teeth on edge.
She returned the Bone Book to its place and picked up the next fragment of the Red Copper Stele that recorded an inheritance. It felt warm in her hand, densely covered in dragon language. This object had been forged from red copper from Shouyang Mountain and refined by an Ancient Dragon Clan member with magical power until it was palm-sized. Bai Yujun carried the fragment back to the window, pulled her chair over, sat down, and began reading intently.
As time flowed on, Bai Yujun's bearing quietly changed as well. Though she sat by the window, it was as if she had crossed time and space into the past, witnessing ancient momentous events with her own eyes.
Rarely, she sat upright and solemnly, reading in silence.
Sunlight moved slowly yet swiftly from one side to the other.
It shone upon the bookshelves in the room, then upon that wondrous, delicate cradle. The light gradually turned the golden-red of sunset...
The old lamp on the desk kindled a tiny flame. Before long, pale blue moonlight spilled in through the window.
As she read, she set down the ancient fragment.
She raised her head, tilted it slightly, and gazed at the