Shallow Night, although the sky is dark, the scenery is actually visible.
In the room, Qin Ming takes a deep breath, exhales turbid air, cuts off distractions, and sweeps away the restless dust in his heart.
The Sun Stone in the copper basin was just retrieved; it is the brightest at this moment, covering Qin Ming's hair tips and facial contours in brilliant light.
The fire glow illuminates the entire space, even the windows and walls seem gilded. Qin Ming sits quietly, resembling a scene from old books of the olden days, a temple under the afterglow of the setting sun, its tiles tinged with light golden hues, and the statues bathed in the evening glow, peaceful and serene.
Soon after, he pours the pale golden liquid from the porcelain jar into half a white bowl, fragrant and aromatic. It was originally extracted from Honey Wine, and now without even drinking it, one already feels slightly tipsy.
