One Sleepless Night

The time was just past 10 p.m.

In Kazefu's bedroom, the tatami bed was pushed against the wall. Beside it stood wooden lattice windows with overlapping diamond patterns on either side, covered in intricate carvings.

It was clear they had been carved entirely by hand; nothing mass-produced by machine could compare.

The moonlight was serene, spilling across the thin quilt.

Yimo lay in the corner of the bed, gazing up at the sky outside, lost in thought.

The stars twinkled. The beauty of the night sky was far beyond anything a big city lit by neon signs could match.

Once she relaxed and enjoyed the tranquility of the mountains, she would find herself immersed in it.

It wasn't as if it was all that wonderful. There were plenty of mosquitoes, water was inconvenient to come by, and the electricity was unreliable, depending entirely on the generator's mood.

But when you went from one environment to a completely different one, surrounded by people you didn't know and scenery unlike anything you'd passed before, the feeling was different.

Maybe that was the meaning of travel?

Yimo didn't understand. She really didn't. She just wanted to quietly enjoy the peace of the moment.

Rustle-!

Just then, the sliding door was gently pushed open, and Juzi walked in.

Her orange hair clung together in places, impossible to dry completely. Tiny beads of water had gathered at the ends of her locks, reflecting the beautiful woman before them.

A white bath towel wrapped around her stunning figure. She held it closed with both hands, but it barely covered the rounded curves beneath.

Her jade-white arms, like lotus roots, were exposed, and the towel only reached down to her upper thighs. It seemed as though the mysterious garden might be unveiled with the slightest lift of