Chapter 14 Work (2/2)

The sound of the qin gradually ceased.

Wang Anfeng tilted his head to listen. The breathing inside the wooden hut had become faint and steady, clearly indicating that the occupant had fallen deep into sleep. His right pinky pulled the last string of the qin, sending out a lingering note that spread across the night, deepening its silence.

The young man stood up and returned the wooden qin to its case beside him. Although it was already late, he did not return to his room to rest. Instead, with a light tap of his toes on the ground, he leaped up and flew, his clothes flapping, and landed atop the roof.

The moonlight was like water, and Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged, his breathing gradually steadying.

The wooden sword rested horizontally on his knees.

His eyes were as deep as lakes.

The bright moon, the stars,

The night as dark as ink, the snow white as bone,

The wind through the sparse forest was like the sound of a qin.