The night was quiet, bathed in moonlight.
Cheng Yun slipped silently out of bed, stepped through the courtyard gate, and made his way to the appointed spot. There, he caught sight of a familiar, graceful silhouette. The girl’s hair, dark and lustrous as satin, reached her waist; she had twisted it into a bun on the crown of her head held by a velvet flower pin. She appeared both elegant and aloof.
"Chan'er?"
Chapter 160