Yan Beicheng closed the door as soon as he entered the room. He turned off the lights in the corridor and the bedroom but he did not pull the curtains close. The view of the mountain outside the window at night was the only thing that could be seen.
The pale moonlight faintly cascaded into the room. Most of the room was illuminated by the pale yellow candlelight. The candlelight extended from the bedside before it plunged into the pitch-black darkness of the corner on the opposite side.
There were two long overlapping shadows of people on the wall that was lit up by candlelight. Those two shadows had seemingly fused into a single shadow, but they kept quivering. The only things that could be seen were grey silhouettes that tossed and turned.
