Early the next morning.
Jiang Xiaobai sat on the bed, dark circles under his eyes and exhaustion written across his face.
Indeed, he looked utterly dazed.
Outside, Tang Ningshuang had already washed and dressed.
Clad in a fitted martial outfit, her long hair tied back and a sword at her waist, she looked bright and energetic.
Jiang Xiaobai raised his head and glanced outside.
When he saw Tang Ningshuang looking like that, the corner of his mouth twitched.
He had no idea how long he had spent telling Tang Ningshuang the story last night.
All he knew was that, as he kept talking, the sky outside had begun to glow faintly before he finally went to sleep.
And what happened then?!
It felt as though he had barely closed his eyes before a maid woke him.
Tang Ningshuang practiced martial arts, so after staying up all night, she looked as though nothing had happened.
But he was different. His constitution was hardly robust-how could he withstand this sort of torment?
Still, Jiang Xiaobai did not linger in bed. He rubbed his face, forced himself a little more awake, and walked out of the bedroom.
After a quick wash, Jiang Xiaobai looked considerably more alert.
Once he started eating breakfast, in particular, he truly came back to life.
Tang Ningshuang sat across from him, eating at an unhurried pace.
Yet as she ate, her gaze drifted toward Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai had just picked up a piece of pastry when his hand paused. He looked up at Tang Ningshuang. "We're eating. I'm not telling the story now!"
"Oh."
Tang Ningshuang merely gave that single reply.
She seemed calm, but disappointment was plainly visible in her expression.
Dream of the Red Chamber had truly captivated her. Indeed, the more she heard, the