Before long, the sound of steady breathing echoed in the bedroom.
Su Ruan had fallen asleep.
Lu Shinian silently curved his lips, pulled Su Ruan into his arms, and softly said, "Goodnight, Ruan Ruan."
The lights all dimmed down.
The world seemed to turn dark.
Lu Shinian closed his eyes, his body relaxed, seemingly slowly drifting into a dream.
But tonight was destined to be different from any other night.
He actually dreamt, rare as it was, he dreamt of his childhood.
Twenty years ago, the eight-year-old Little Shiniannian lay beside Lu Zhiya, asking incessantly about the fate of the little rabbit and the big gray wolf.
Lu Zhiya, who exuded gentleness all over, gently stroked Little Shiniannian's hair.
The moonlight overhead appeared blood red.
That day was a rare blood moon seen once in a hundred years, a moon that seemed to stain the entire earth with a bloody hue.
The light shone on Lu Zhiya, with even her gentleness taking on an air of enigma.
