When Ruan Hongzhuang woke up from her slumber, all she heard was Taozi's steady breathing in sleep beside her. The spot on the pillow where Shen Siyuan lay no longer retained his warmth.
She gently moved Taozi's leg off her own, wrapped herself in a thin robe, and got out of bed. As she pushed open the door, she saw Shen Siyuan standing on the balcony, as expected.
However, today he wasn't practicing the vigorous moves of the "Great Arhat Eighteen Forms" as usual; instead, he was gazing up at the sky, standing straight like a meditating statue, exuding a mystical posture.
"Did you go out again last night?"
Ruan Hongzhuang sat down on a nearby wicker chair, her silk nightgown still warm from the bed. She yawned lazily, her voice hoarse from sleep.
Shen Siyuan didn't respond immediately, still maintaining that posture, with the morning light swirling around him with each breath.
