The moon slowly ascended into the sky, casting a gentle light on the two people inside the room, while ambiguous sounds reached the outside of the door.
Xue Yang painfully covered his face, tormented by the fluctuating voices from inside the room.
After some time, Xue Yang numbly lifted his legs and returned to his room.
After the storm, Fanxing embraced Qingling, his long hands stroking her hair over and over, a satisfied smile on his lips.
Early the next morning, Xue Yang went to Qingling's room. Fanxing had already left, and Qingling was alone, lying deeply asleep on the large bed. Looking at her flushed face after sleeping, he picked her up, blanket and all, in one motion.
Qingling felt uncomfortable from his actions and moaned softly, waking up with a dazed expression in her eyes.
Xue Yang said nothing and summoned his flying spiritual beast, with Qingling staring at it blankly.
