In this tiny space, the four seasons seemed to shift erratically, mirroring the moods of Xiangliu. One moment the sky was a vast, cloudless expanse of blue, kissed by a gentle breeze and leisurely drifting clouds; the next, it was choked with dark, heavy storm clouds, and rain poured down as if from a deluge. By the dead of night, the sky would suddenly erupt in goose-feather snow, cloaking the entire world in a breathtaking, pristine white. The weather changed with such dizzying speed that it was hard to adapt, as if one were living inside a realm of pure fantasy.
"Madam, now that Xiao Maoqiu has returned, I would like to have Fairy Mudan and Chunyangzi take the Soul Gathering Lamp back to Yaochi Wonderland to report our mission."
"Very well. I feel quite weary of late, perhaps because my sleep has been so shallow. Husband, I wish to return to the Small Thatched Cottage in the mortal realm for a time."
Chapter 87