The fire in the room crackled warmly, the warmth mingling with the faint fragrance of the tea. Under the soothing effects of the Rejuvenation Art, Yue Hongling drifted into a peaceful sleep, resting her head on his shoulder.0

Zhao Changhe glanced around. This was the guest hall the monks had prepared specifically for him. Beyond the main reception area lay the sleeping quarters. Carefully, he scooped Yue Hongling up, carried her into the inner room, and laid her gently on the bed, tucking her in beneath the blankets.0

It was rare to see Yue Hongling, as wild and untamed as a spirited horse, sleeping so peacefully. Her furrowed brow had smoothed out, and there was a faint smile on her lips. The sense of complete relaxation was so palpable it seemed to radiate from her, filling the room.0

Zhao Changhe brushed aside a stray lock of hair from her forehead and gazed at her for a long while. Then, leaning down, he planted a light kiss on her brow before straightening up and moving to stand by the window.0

Outside, the moon hung low in the sky, casting a gentle glow over Xiangyang. The city was free of snow, and held promise for the...0