Gu Xijiu had accomplished many things that day. Even though she was drained by all that had happened, she could not bring herself to fall asleep. She laid on the bed where Di Fuyi used to sleep. Centuries had passed since the last time he laid there, so his scent was no longer traceable. However, all the furniture and arrangements of the room still reminded her of the past.
The covers clung to her soft skin comfortably, but she found herself rolling around in bed. Since the cover once belonged to Di Fuyi, it was not surprising that it was of the highest quality. Everything that he used and owned would always be the best quality. Even after all these years, the cover still felt very soft and warm, reminding her of a wonderful summer day.