It was an extremely small and exquisite wooden box, securely locked with a delicate little lock.
The surface of the box was incredibly smooth, clearly the result of its owner caressing it back and forth.
From this, it was evident that this person cherished the small wooden box deeply in their bones.
Fearing its loss, Shen Ruoxi carefully placed it into her own bundle.
The night deepened, as if pulled by an invisible large hand.
What one fears often comes; that person suddenly started to murmur in their sleep, their breath scorching hot.
Shen Ruoxi hurriedly placed her hand on his forehead, and as soon as her palm touched it, the heat made her heart sink abruptly.
The originally bright moonlight outside had somehow quietly hidden behind the thick clouds, making the entire mountain more mysterious and secluded, like a bottomless mouth ready to devour them at any moment.
Shen Ruoxi bit her lip tightly, her mind racing with thoughts.
