Noble Posthouse, rear courtyard.
The night wind swept through the corridors, making the lanterns hanging beneath the eaves sway gently and cast mottled shadows across the ground.
When Lin Mo stepped into the rear courtyard, Mo Er stopped at the gate and consciously moved into the shadows.
His gaze swept over the surroundings. After confirming there was nothing unusual, he leaned against a corridor pillar, folded his arms across his chest, and closed his eyes to rest.
The rear courtyard was quiet, save for the rustling of the wind through the Bamboo Forest and the faint chirping of insects in the distance.
The moon emerged from behind the clouds, bleaching the flagstone path white.
Lin Mo crossed the corridor and headed toward the main courtyard.
At the corner, he stopped.
Under the moonlight, a slender figure stood before his door.
She wore a white blouse with delicate lace trimming at the collar. Her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, revealing a stretch of fair wrist.
The hem of the blouse was tucked into a light-gray pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, outlining her slim waist and curves.
She wore beige high heels, their slender heels making her calves appear straight and long.
Long hair draped over her shoulders, with a few loose strands falling beside her cheeks, gleaming softly in the moonlight.
It was Shen Weiwei.
Moonlight spilled over her, making that white blouse especially conspicuous against the night.
Lin Mo's gaze fell upon the white blouse, and his pupils contracted slightly.
"Lin Mo?"
Shen Weiwei turned around and spotted him standing at the corridor corner. A smile blossomed across her face.
"Why are you just standing there? I thought it would be quite a while before you came back."
Her heels clicked crisply against the stone