The night deepened, with a cool breeze rustling past, and the shadows of the lamps flickering continuously.
Shu Yimo finished reviewing the last question and subconsciously glanced at the clock beside her, only to realize it was approaching midnight.
Today was the Lantern Festival, and the night sky outside was beautiful—
A bright moon hung high in the sky, beneath which was a vast expanse of fireworks blooming. Shu Yimo donned a coat, casually grabbed a bottle of wine, poured herself a drink, and stood on the rooftop to watch.
She could hear the distant sound of the waves brought by the wind. The breeze wasn't too cold; it made her clothes flutter lightly and her shoulder-length hair was like dark clouds tangled before her chest.
The yard was naturally very silent, with faint, weak light coming from the quietly waiting streetlamp.
Shu Yimo leaned against the column behind her, silently sipped the wine from her cup, and sighed softly in her heart—