The long night was long, and he was in no mood to sleep.
Su Jin was listening to the movements of the moon outside, and stared blankly at the lights in front of her.
The light cast her silhouette against the window, giving her a sense of melancholy.
The voice did not know that Su Jin would be leaving this place in six hours.
The room was already empty. As far as the eye could see, everything was empty. Everything that should have been there had already been loaded into boxes and sent to the ship.
Mingyue's coughing voice sounded from outside. She had worked too hard these past two days and caught a cold, but she didn't know if it would be good or bad.
Su Jin looked at the table in front of her. As usual, there was a stack of white paper pressed on the table in front of her. A piece of good quality ink stone was within her reach.