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Pei Ye woke up on the top floor of the small building, the sky had already darkened again.
No sound of people, the curtain fluttered slightly, outside the building the wind seemed to carry fine rain.
He lay on the pillow in a daze for a while, it had been months since he had slept so deeply, as if he was still waking up in the Fenghuai Small Courtyard, dizzy and lethargic, surrounded by silence.
Pei Ye lifted the quilt, walked naked to the terrace, pulled open the soft curtain, and a cool rain breeze brushed his face, causing him to shiver pleasantly.
The flowers and willows in the back garden bathed in rain, not a trace of human shadow to be seen.
After quite a while, footsteps entering the house came from behind, Pei Ye tugged the nearby curtain to cover briefly, turned to see it was neither Penglai nor Li Xianfang, but the Crown Prince himself, so he let go again.
