Water was like moonlight, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
The originally bustling Qinghe City had grown quiet, save for Snow Moon House, which remained brilliantly lit and even livelier than during the day.
Ordinary households had long since extinguished their lamps and fallen asleep. Those blessed with wives and maidservants were sweating profusely, sowing the seeds of passion, and enthusiastically engaging in one of the few forms of entertainment available to ordinary mortals in a single day.
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