Night fell, the evening scenery alluring.
Looking down from the bedroom window of the villa, one could see a stretch of darkness; the villa lights could only illuminate three meters of the garden, leaving only the dim yellow streetlights spaced out along the winding mountain road below, and one had to lift their gaze into the distance to see the edge of the far-off city.
The night was not intoxicating, but people were best at intoxicating themselves.
Only An Yang and Xiao Qian were left in this villa in An Yang.
Meanwhile, in another villa, Xiaochán had just dismissed the rabbit demon who had been making a fuss at her place, turned off the lights, and buried her body—clad in thin pajamas—into the ultra-soft velvet duvet, her head almost sinking into the pillow, wrapped softly all over, yet her eyes were open.
Now she was using her true appearance, and she did not even know how long it had been since she last changed back. Hadn't she used that small body for at least a few years?
She thought she could no longer tell which was her true appearance, yet she had not expected that her body was far more honest than her spirit.
Using this true appearance, she only felt relaxed all over, her heart incomparably peaceful. Rather than saying it was because she no longer needed to maintain a transformation at all times, it was better to say she had finally let go of a knot in her heart, finally let go of the concealment, and finally could show her original face without fear.
Yet for some reason, she could not sleep.
Half an hour later, she was still lying flat on the soft bed, pulling the duvet up close to touch her chin, revealing only a delicate