The night faded.
The light coming through the window became brighter and brighter.
In the courtyard outside, the soft sound of snow being swept away could be heard.
Qiu'er and Zhu'er did not sleep the entire night.
Before dawn, the two of them got out of bed and began to carefully clean the courtyard, sweeping away the snow in the corridor outside.
Song Ruyue was still lying on her side on the beautiful couch, sleeping soundly.
The thick red candle in the corner was about to burn out completely. The bottom of it was filled with candle wick.
Light shone in through the window.
The darkness in the room was gradually dispelled.
On the bed, the two of them lay sideways, one in front of the other. Their eyes were open, and their hearts were pounding.