Dawn had just broken, and the morning light, like thin threads, quietly snuck through the window, subtly dispersing the shadows of the night.
Jiang Shouzhong leisurely awoke to find that Mengniang was no longer by his side on the couch.
Only a lingering fragrance remained, entwined between the pillows and blankets.
The man couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy.
Indeed, having grown accustomed to the prolonged company of someone, their sudden departure was quite unsettling.
...
After freshening up, Jiang Shouzhong dined in the hall with his servant, Ran Qingchen, as usual.
During breakfast, Jiang Shouzhong noticed that Ran Qingchen had already worn the pair of hidden weapon earrings he had given her, named "Shooting Stars." His eyes brightened and he sincerely exclaimed, "They're beautiful."
Ran Qingchen's pretty face blushed slightly, and she said nothing.