The moonlight was serene and cool, with the occasional sound of frogs croaking.
The carved window was open, letting in a cool breeze.
Chen Ye stood outside the window, his gaze falling on a strand of Zhiwei's soft black hair exposed from under the blanket, and sighed.
On the bed, his eldest disciple was wrapped in a thin quilt, facing the wall, her breathing steady and long; she was evidently deep in sleep.
"Silly girl..."
Chen Ye muttered, seeing the little girl sleeping so soundly, he too felt a bit drowsy.
There's alchemy, taking care of Lin Jin, dealing with the Wei Family's threats, guarding against the Demon Cultivators…
Even though he showed nothing on the surface, internally the pressure was immense.
"Forget it, there will be plenty of time to sleep later…"
Chen Ye pulled the carved window tighter, leaving only a narrow gap for ventilation.
After doing all this, he took one last look at the figure on the bed, then turned and melted into the night.
