The previous day, whether victor or vanquished, everyone had been too tense to notice that when they withdrew their troops and returned to camp at dusk, the sky had unfurled a sea of scarlet clouds like torn brocade spread from horizon to horizon, dazzlingly splendid. So today, it was still a fine day.
A light breeze stirred, birdsong rang clear and bright.
In such a warm and comfortable dream, Shang Ruyi vaguely felt as if something were dragging her down into a dark abyss from which she could not rise, yet she truly did not struggle and simply kept falling.
After all, there would be a warm and solid embrace there to catch her.
Thinking this, she subconsciously reached out to feel around, and sure enough, her hand found that warm, solid chest. Its rise and fall, almost in time with her own breathing, made her all the more at ease, and Shang Ruyi could not help but let out a soft laugh.
"Hey..."
