The night grew deeper as Yue Ling and Lu Tian continued talking in the living room of the Han Mansion.
Outside, the cold winter wind swept through the quiet estate, occasionally brushing against the tall windows. The moon hung high above the mansion, casting a pale glow across the gardens that had long since fallen silent.
Inside, however, the atmosphere was warm.
The two sat close together on the cream-colored sofa, sharing stories that had remained untold throughout their time together.
They spoke of their childhoods and the people they had known. The moments that had shaped them into who they were today.
Sometimes, their conversations were filled with laughter. Other times, their voices grew quiet as they touched upon memories neither had revisited in years.
Every so often, they drifted into a comfortable silence.
There was no awkwardness between them, nor did either feel the need to fill every passing moment with words.
