Pi Yanlin leaned against the crooked threshold of the woodshed, where moonlight leaked through a hole in the roof, weaving a layer of silver gauze around the warm glow cast by the System interface at his waist.
Just as the System prompt faded, he watched Gu Qinghuan repeatedly wipe the jade pendant with her sleeve. His Adam's apple bobbed—tears still hung on the girl's eyelashes, making her look like a cold plum blossom beaten by the rain, heavy enough to weigh down anyone's heart.
"Draw." He gave a low response. The moment his eyelids closed, a wisp of Submerged Aloeswood, faint enough to almost dissipate, drifted into his nostrils.
Chapter 56