"Seven, for the women,
Admiration and adoration
Stars seen together."
Young Master Shang drank and drank. At times, he languidly stretched and watched. Other times, he lazily slept and dangled his legs at the edge of Minor Elysium. Sometimes, he would observe Yue Songli's artistic beauty respectfully, discuss the wonders of the stars and nature with Qing Qiumu, entertain Cao Cuifen's numerous questions, and endure Liu Suyin's chilly indifference with reckless laughter and a light heart. He was free as the wind, unfettered as the soul without the constraints of the body, and as amiable as a humble monk.
This is WW's volume!
So if you expected a POV shift until WW shows up at just the right time after exiting seclusion when all of the women become damsels in distress on the verge of dying or worse. That isn't the cliché we'll be using in this volume.
He's front and center! >=D