An Unknown Nighttime Interlude

The room fell quietly silent. The wind chime tinkled softly beside the young man who had been hung up again.

In the night, the distant city lights streamed faintly in through the balcony doors, illuminating the girl in a long black-and-white gothic dress, her black stockings and long sleeves concealing her slender limbs,

illuminating her figure as it slowly vanished like a projection.

Her consciousness returned to her true body. When she opened her eyes, she saw the garden, the sea of flowers beyond the open-air balcony exposed to the world sleeping and swaying in the distance, rippling with shallow waves.

Ling looked at the woman standing before her in a deep blue gown. The woman smiled gently at her.

"Looks like you've already gotten your answers. Then, once again."

Shui Linlang looked at the slender figure before her, standing in exactly the same place the young man had once stood. She gave a soft laugh and spoke without surprise.

"Welcome to Huaxia."

After leaving the manor and flying across Beijing's lonely, frigid night sky, Ling saw the brilliant lights below shining like an ocean. She had seen many such prosperous cities, but she had never landed in one.

Only this time, she truly saw that two-story cabin.

Her figure descended from the night sky, like a fairy from a tale quietly arriving at a human home in a dream. The heels of her leather boots made no sound against the floor.

Fang Ran hung there in a daze, already knocked unconscious by her telekinesis. As he swayed slightly, he had already drifted into sleep.

Ling stood where she was and watched him for a long, long time.

Only then did her small hands emerge from her long sleeves and cover her burning, crimson face.

The coolness in her pale