Eight p.m.
Li Wei turned off the lights and pretended to fall asleep, but her consciousness had already sunk into the Heavenly Ruins.
At the Moon Palace, in the flower grove beside the side hall, she descended on an auspicious cloud beside the soft couch.
The note left behind last night was still on the low table, firmly held down by the fruit platter. Not even a corner had curled up.
Li Wei felt a faint pang of disappointment.
Old Gu was unconscious. If he wasn't coming to the Heavenly Ruins to "play games," then what was the point of lying there in the real world?
It had to be said: smart people's thought processes really were different from those of ordinary mortals like her.
She pursed her lips and leaned back against the soft couch. While letting her thoughts run wild, she idly watched the rain of flowers before the courtyard.
Perhaps she still hadn't recovered from the many days of fighting.
Perhaps fighting Liu Songming had consumed too much of her three buffs.
Or perhaps she had been mentally on edge all day and had finally found a place of peace.
Before she knew it, Li Wei tilted her head and fell asleep.
Dressed in the Moon White Fairy Dress, she leaned quietly against the soft couch. Her black hair spilled down, interweaving with the osmanthus blossoms covering the ground.
Her entire person seemed to melt into this golden sea of flowers, tranquil and breathtaking.
When Min Zimo arrived, this was what he saw.
His footsteps halted, and he stood there in a slight daze.
It was pure appreciation, without the slightest hint of an improper thought.
About a minute later, he couldn't help sighing inwardly: With a wife like this, Young Master Gu was truly blessed.