"Although I'm severely injured and find it difficult to move, I still have to trouble you, Master Si, to escort me a little way."
The night was dim and obscure, clouds obscuring the moon, under the heavy eaves, shadows were dark and deep.
The location on the invitation was in a desolate Guliang Garden, cold leaves swaying, the silvery moon casting its light, and dark blue mountains in the distance like the sea, inevitably giving rise to a boundless, majestic, and ancient charm.
At the third watch of the night, everything was utterly silent.
What an odd time for a meeting.
Everywhere was permeated with a strange quietness, around the outskirts of the garden, it was filled with numerous clusters of pure white fragrant flowers, luminous and exquisitely beautiful, the plants gracefully blooming cluster after cluster, flowering profusely through the night, not resting until they had spread out for three miles.
Within these three miles, all were flowers of a nocturnal dream.
