The scenery of the Frostmoon Palace is even more exquisite and celestial in the night.
In the distance, a secluded stream is gently flowing, its murmurs akin to soothing melodies.
Ethan Smith made his way to the bridge, where he faintly made out an alluring silhouette leaning against the railings in the darkness.
"Mr. Smith, you're not asleep yet?"
Before Ethan could utter a word, the Williams Saintess initiated the conversation.
Ethan replied with surprise, "Saintess Williams? Why are you standing here so late?"
Saintess Williams chuckled, "Same as you, unable to sleep."
Ethan moved to stand next to her.
Like phantoms in the night, the two seemed somewhat lonely.
"Saintess Williams, I have some questions. I hope you can pardon me if they offend," said Ethan, bowing slightly.
Saintess Williams replied with a laugh, "Shall we chat while we walk?"
"Yes," agreed Ethan.
And so, under the guidance of Saintess Williams, they headed towards the colossal Osmanthus tree.