On the wall, the moonlight cast two shadowy figures, engaging in a continuous back-and-forth battle, accompanied by the creaking of wooden boards and the shimmering of water, as the night grew deeper.
The intense fight lasted for over an hour until a cloud floated by, veiling the moon. As the light in the room dimmed, a heavy sigh was heard, and the situation finally began to improve. One side welcomed the other, and both sides ended up agreeing to shake hands and make peace.
But the peace was only temporary, and another arduous battle was sure to follow another day.
Thus concluded a delightfully engaging exchange.
Zong Shen lay on the bed, feeling a bit empty. The figure beside him seemed tired too, resting her head on his chest.
"My lord, you lost today!"
Luna said lazily, drawing circles with her fingers.
At this moment, she was like a satisfied little cat that had successfully caught her prey.
"Yes, yes, I lost."
"But tonight's well-drilling was still quite successful."
