Ruhua was awakened by Qingming at the fourth watch. There was only a faint silver trace left on the crescent outside the window, like tears in the night sky. However, Qingming didn't even wear a cloak, only wearing a small silver jacket, and hurriedly ran to the picturesque door. Qing Ming asked Ru Hua to boil some hot water. Ru Hua looked at Qing Ming's face, which had never been burnt before. Her heart skipped a beat, and a trace of inexplicable fear slowly emerged from her heart. Qingming frowned when she saw Ruhua looking at her blankly and not taking any action. Regardless of the light rain that had just fallen in the courtyard, she put on her green satin embroidered shoes and ran toward the kitchen of the house, leaving Ruhua who was in a daze. As a picture, I saw Qing Ming's green skirt sliding across the bluestone path in the courtyard and disappearing into the dark night. Then I suddenly came to my senses, pinched myself hard, and chased Qing Ming away. The rain in the courtyard started falling again, a little heavier than before.