C112 Climb the Bed

It's the night.

Ke Ruan folded his hands at the back of his head. A faint sandalwood scent filled the air beside him. The hollow carved window was filled with tiny bits of moonlight.

He looked at the sparse moonlight and his eyes lit up. He had been in this world for a long time.

A gust of cold wind blew. Ke Ruan shivered and his heart rang with alarm