Awakened in the dead of night by a nightmare, Fei Qingsu stumbled upon Ti Chenxi cooking wine under the eaves.
"Did your illness flare up again?" She patted the straw mat beside her. "Come here; I saved some sugar-preserved plums for you."
He sat down stiffly, watching as she pulled a small celadon jar from her sleeve. The amber-colored sugar coating on the plums shimmered with a crystalline clarity in the moonlight, looking like trapped sunset.
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