C92 Waiting for Death

Night, with sparse stars and a bright moon, the sky was as dark as ink. Moonlight, like a delicate veil, filtered through the window, casting its glow on the scattered garments below. The effects of the medicine in the air had dissipated, and Beiming Yuan, feeling drained of energy, lay on the soft couch, gradually regaining his senses. He had only intended to dine with Dugu Rou