When Zhang Jingyun returned to his quarters, starlight filled the courtyard, and the night breeze gently caressed the windows, making a melodious sound.
He sat in the courtyard, holding a cup of lukewarm tea in his hand, yet he had not touched it for a long time. His gaze occasionally drifted toward the door, then dropped back to the tabletop, his brows slightly furrowed, clearly feeling restless.
After waiting for a long time, finally, in the silence of the deep night, he heard familiar footsteps.
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