The purple-gold robe looked even more gorgeous under the moonlight, and the patterns seemed to be a little familiar. However, his face was blocked by a silver mask, making him look a little dangerous.
Shen Miao was not surprised to see this uninvited guest in the middle of the night. She closed the window again without changing her expression, and the room immediately darkened. Shen Miao walked to the table and lit another oil lamp.
Under the warm yellow light, her clothes and hair looked especially hazy. Shen Miao held the lamp and sat down opposite the person.
"Are you waiting for me?" The purple-clothed young man's voice was low and especially pleasant to the ear in the quiet night. Because he deliberately lowered it, it was a little hoarse, but it sounded like a lover's whisper. His voice was filled with smiles, as if he was very happy.
