章 61: A song that Guardian sings

In the dimly lit room of Xuan Cheng's secluded quarters, moonlight filtered through silken curtains, casting ethereal patterns on the ornate wooden walls. She lay upon an intricately carved canopy bed, her eyes closed in restless slumber, her brow furrowed with unseen dreams.

The room was adorned with drapes that told the stories of her struggles, their vibrant colors now muted in the night's embrace. The soft rustling of leaves outside the open window added a gentle, haunting melody to the stillness of the night.

Xuan Cheng's silk robe, embroidered with delicate patterns, whispered as she tossed and turned.

Her mind, tormented by worries and thoughts, refused to find rest. In the corner of the room, an ornamental lantern flickered, casting wavering shadows that danced upon the floor like spirits of the past.