The night fell like an ink-soaked piece of silk, wrapping the camp in a profound and deepening quiet. Ye Fan chose a wind-sheltered bluestone, and as he sat cross-legged, he could hear the crackling of the campfire not far away—a fire Su Qingxue had deliberately set, saying it would keep his heart warm from behind. Lin Zhaoyue’s sword was stuck right beside his feet, the silver bell on its tassel vibrating softly in the night breeze, like a disjointed tune being hummed.
"It's about to begin," he said in a low voice, his words wrapped in warm breath and dissolving into the air.
The silhouettes of the four maidens merged together in the firelight.
Chapter 264