Night fell.
The water of the Lake Heart Pavilion was as clear as jade, draped in a coat of silver moonlight. A figure appeared in the distance, cutting through the darkness; as he stepped into the moonlight, it was revealed to be Xu Jing.
Xu Jing held a wine gourd, taking frequent swigs. Coming to the Lake Heart Pavilion to drink himself into a stupor had become his habit. Yet tonight, the pavilion was already occupied. Xu Jing glanced inside and caught a glimpse of a woman in a long white dress. Her black hair cascaded behind her like a waterfall, and her silhouette—slender-waisted and ethereal—looked like a dream.
Chapter 487