At the foot of the bed lay freshly washed, neatly folded clothes.
The washed bed curtains and window drapes carried a faint fragrance, and the tiny clothes in the crib had been folded with perfect neatness.
The books on the shelf had been returned to their places. A White Jade Bottle now sat in the corner of the desk by the window, and several pear blossoms on the verge of blooming gave the room a touch more life. It looked warm and cozy.
Besides the jade bottle and pear blossoms, there was also a strange yet amusing paperweight on the desk.
Bai Yujun had casually carved it from a piece of jade picked up from a stream during her idle hours.
It was shaped like a short, chubby, adorable white dragon with a huge head and large eyes. She had finished the books, and the paperweight was no longer needed, so she simply left it on the desk as proof that she had been here.
The window slowly closed.
Footsteps receded from the bedroom. The sunlight filtering through the window paper was hazy and pale, followed by the tinkling of a pendant.
The door creaked shut, then came the faint clacking of metal. The dragon-head on the door closed its mouth.
After locking the door, Bai Yujun stood outside in a daze for a while.
Once she left this time, it might be hundreds or even thousands of years before she returned to this little courtyard. She thought of how she was always busy. She herself felt little about it, but many of her friends probably truly felt that a divine dragon showed its head but never its tail. Meeting again often meant waiting a hundred or a thousand years. Time itself seemed to have become something easily forgotten.
Outside