Listening to Wind and Snow in a Dream All Night.
Yan Hui had truly been drunk all night. He did not know when that jug of wine had been emptied; he only remembered the sound of snow falling against the window lattice, as though someone had been whispering in his ear.
Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, dawn arrived.
Fortunately, the weather was good today, and it did not snow again.
He leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed, not opening them right away.
His head was still muddled from the hangover. He needed to figure something out first—how had he gotten back to his room last night? Who had helped him inside?
As he pondered this, his spiritual sense unconsciously drifted outward, passing through the courtyard wall, crossing the corridors, and settling in the inn's front hall.
It was a habit formed over many years.
Even when drunk, even when tired, he always needed to know what was happening around him.
There were not many people in the front hall. Two people sat by the window, drinking tea and chatting.
One was dressed like a scholar, with refined and handsome features. It was Zhou Shan, whom Yan Hui had seen in the courtyard yesterday.
The other wore black, with a touch of the roguish air of a wanderer about his brows and eyes. From their conversation, his name seemed to be Wen Jue.
Wen Jue sighed and said, "Brother Zhou Shan, haven't you met plenty of women? But a woman like the one today—I'm afraid even you have never seen one."
Holding his teacup, Zhou Shan smiled. "Oh? Go on, then."
"She's beautiful, charming, considerate..." Wen Jue's eyes lit up. "If I had a woman like that, I definitely wouldn't be able to sit still. I'd go straight to