As night fell, a gentle breeze swept through, causing the leaves to rustle. It blew away the sultry heat, filling the air with the faint fragrance of flowers and the scent of earth.
High in the night sky, the moon hung among the branches, casting its bright, clear light across the ground as though draping the entire Cloud Recesses in a layer of silver gauze. In the distance, the mountain ranges loomed vaguely in the nocturnal shadows, resembling a vast traditional ink painting.
Having finished dinner, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji sat on the roof of the Jingshi, gazing at the moon. Neither spoke a word, yet it felt as though a thousand things had been said. As curfew approached, the barrier at the mountain gate of the Cloud Recesses flickered. Sensing the disturbance, Lan Wangji waited only a moment before a patrolling disciple hurried over to report.
Chapter 185