I glanced at Han Shanshan's house across the way. The lights were off. Looks like she had gone to sleep.
I unlocked the door with my key. The television was actually still on. I walked over, picked up the remote, and turned it off, only to discover Yu Xiaoxue lying on the sofa in a pale-green gauze nightgown.
Yu Xiaoxue had waterfall-like hair. She had probably just dried it, for the smooth strands spilled from the sofa onto the carpet.
She was sleeping soundly, but a faint tearstain clung to the corner of her eye. It seemed she had been crying just now.
Thinking of how she was already homeless, while I at least still had a mother in Lin County, I reached out, aching for her, and touched her flushed cheek.
However, my movement made her body shift. As a result, her loose nightgown exposed a large expanse of snowy white across her chest, and my breathing quickened.
I swallowed, but this scene seemed to have displeased my wife-sister. I felt a chill behind me and could only awkwardly pick up a blanket from beside me and drape it over Yu Xiaoxue.
Although the weather was a little chilly, it was not cold enough to make her sick. After covering Yu Xiaoxue with the blanket, I returned to the study.
I opened Zhao Qian's computer and began searching for the history of Liancheng Mountain. The pictures that came up were not of the place I wanted, so I added the character "Little" in front. Sure enough, I found it.
Unfortunately, it only contained an introduction to the scenic area, with no record of that ancient tomb cluster.
I gave up searching. Remembering Zhao Qian's assessment of the feng shui of this place, I opened the map again and discovered