By Chou Hour, the night had grown ever darker.
The scattered black clouds in the sky silently gathered once more, and a fine rain began to fall.
In the small pavilion where Si Kongtong lived, Lu Feng lay soundly on Si Kongtong's bed, reeking heavily of wine.
A thick, soft quilt was spread beneath him, embroidered with elegant, understated flowers and faintly retaining Si Kongtong's distinctive sweet fragrance.
Si Kongtong had Xiaoshu bring over a basin of hot water. She carefully dampened her towel and gently began wiping Lu Feng down.
Watching this tender scene, Ge Shu's lips curled into a sweet, indulgent smile. As she left the room, she casually covered several of the illuminating jade stones, dimming the light and lending the room a hazy, ambiguous air.
She also shut the door behind her, with such a vigorous manner that she seemed ready to lock the two of them inside.
Si Kongtong naturally understood Ge Shu's "assist," but she did not overstep herself. When she looked at Lu Feng, there was more complexity and melancholy in her gaze than anything else.
Cough...
Si Kongtong let out a soft sigh, as though lamenting the course of her fate.
She bent close, her slender waist lowering.
Her long, fair fingers gently held the damp towel as she tenderly dabbed it against Lu Feng's face.
Even dead drunk and unconscious, Lu Feng's sharply sculpted face remained deeply furrowed with worry, filled with exhaustion and haggard weariness.
The sight made Si Kongtong's heart soften with an ache.
As she continued wiping him down,
Lu Feng's knitted brows gradually eased, as if he could feel the tenderness flowing from Si Kongtong's fingertips, slowly releasing his taut tension.
Si Kongtong clearly felt Lu Feng's heavy breathing gradually steady, and her expression softened as well.