Within a courtyard drenched in flowing light, blue birds flitted about, as though in an oil painting... as though in a cage.
"She" seemed to have just awakened from a dream, leaning against one of the pillars in the courtyard hall.
A black-haired young man in magnificent clothing sat nearby. Beyond the courtyard, a silver-haired little girl seemed to be gathering flowers in the flowerbed and weaving something with them.
Soft light fell over the young man, like a layer of gauze.
The young man, who had been looking down at a book, seemed to notice that "she" had awakened. He looked over, seemingly saying something.
It was impossible to hear or see clearly... and gradually, everything faded away.
The wind chime on the windowsill swayed. Ah Xiruo curled up slightly, her gaze hazy... She covered her face and sat up, staring at the swaying chime for a long while before her consciousness finally booted up successfully.
"I had that dream again..."
Ever since she had accidentally fallen into some strange school and undergone some sort of consort-candidate assessment, that hazy dream would occasionally emerge.
After sitting there blankly for a long, long time, she could vaguely hear somewhat unrestrained laughter coming from downstairs... Only then did Ah Xiruo frown.
At nearly two in the afternoon, Long Xiruo opened the door to the living room downstairs.
Little Butterfly Demon had already laid out a whole table of food. Mo Xiaofei was covering his face and sighing helplessly, while Zhui Feng wore an utterly hopeless expression as Brother Xiaosheng held him around the shoulders.
Brother Xiaosheng, whose body was wrapped in bandages, was already drunk and excited. He was almost about to start singing karaoke and disturbing the neighbors.
"Let the blazing sun burn away your turbid aura... ha! I