C27

The moon was dark and the stars were sparse. Wu Qirong could not fly. Such weather couldn't even last a month. After the last few days of bedridden, perhaps because I had slept too much, I hadn't been able to sleep until very late in the evening. I tossed and turned, counting thousands of sheep, but I was still wide awake.

"Hu Yi, are you asleep?" His breathing was light and shallow