Inside the ancestral shrine, before the spirit tablets.
In the hours before dawn, it's the darkest moment when even the birds and insects haven't begun to sing. Everything is silent, and the campfire on the ground seems feeble, illuminating only a range of less than five meters.
In such a setting, inside a dusty, coffin-filled, dilapidated ancestral shrine, two people sat on the ground eating roast goose, wordlessly, which was indeed eerie and creepy.
If a night traveler accidentally passed by, they would certainly be scared out of their wits.
Shui Longyin chewed the overly tough goose meat in small bites, her mouth full of grease, while casually observing Xu Shu out of the corner of her eye.
After a few days of interaction, she considered Xu Shu to be quite a gentleman.
To her, a 'trouble princess' who fell from grace, he was surprisingly polite, not a single frivolous word, nor even an impudent glance.
