The night was deep and tranquil, the slits of the window let in a few threads of wind, making the candle sway occasionally. Under the warm candlelight, Zhou Gu faintly saw a moment of tenderness in Su Rong's eyes. When he looked closer, the young girl sitting across from him was just smiling lightly, her gaze serene, as if that split second was just his illusion.
He looked away, his eyelids drooping as he asked in a dull voice, "Any books? Could you read with me for a while?"
Su Rong nodded, "Yes, I think so. Let me find one."
She stood up, left the inner chamber, walked through the drawing room to the lattice room in the outer court, and indeed, there was a bookshelf lined with many books. She picked out a travel book and several sketchbooks, and folded them to bring them back.
She handed the travelogue to Zhou Gu, then sat down with a sketchbook.
Zhou Gu took the travelogue and asked Su Rong, "Do you know why I love reading travelogues?"