The third watch was broken, and the moonlight dipped into the window.
The candlelight on the desk flickered, making the figure leaning over the desk elongated. His fingertips were hanging on the yellowed letter, and the ink drop still lingered. He only heard a "swirling" sound, and the flower produced by the wick suddenly fell to the corner of the page, causing a few tiny scorch marks.
The wind rustled through the bamboo shadows outside the window, which was incompatible with the silence of this room. He raised his hand to extinguish the embers, his fingertips felt slightly cold, and the surging emotions in his eyes filled the room the moment the lights went out.
The moonlight shone in. Pei Yanchen lowered his head and looked at the letter on the desk.
[When the lights are gone, I have no sleep for a long night. I can only sleep with you by my side. ]
Intention: Life is unpredictable, only the care in the heart grows quietly in the long night