Perhaps because he had been filled with anticipation, he had slept too little before setting out.
Even though he had fallen asleep at nightfall and used the Sleep Card,
Fang Ran only slowly woke at midnight.
No, it should be said that he woke at Midnight.
The bamboo mat was cool, and the elegant wooden bed was so exquisitely carved it could have been sent to an art exhibition.
Was it summer here now?
Opening his eyes and rising from the bed, Fang Ran pulled a Night Bureau trench coat from the Black Box and draped it over himself.
Screens, gauze curtains, lampstands and candlesticks, tables, chairs, cabinets... Above him, the beams and rafters interlaced with delicate craftsmanship. It was clear no one had lived here for a long time, yet it had still been carefully dusted.
A faint light seeped through the window crack. Wearing the trench coat, Fang Ran walked over and sat by the window.
The rosewood chair placed specifically by the window was very comfortable after being modified. Before him stood a small table slightly lower than the windowsill, upon which sat an antique-looking porcelain teapot and a delicate metal lotus lamp.
Well, to Senior Tian Gong, these things were probably just little trinkets he had made on a whim.
He picked up a translucent white stone from the table, placed it into the lamp, and twisted it. The iron lotus petals bloomed smoothly, and a light no dimmer than an electric lamp illuminated the room.
There was not a trace of modernity in the room before him. Its convenient and exquisite mechanisms preserved its antique charm without making it feel outdated or backward.
More than that, it gave him the dazed sensation of having entered another world.
Senior Tian Gong really was amazing.
Though he