An Jin sat by the window, threading a needle. She lowered her head, carefully cutting the fabric in her hands. A design sketch lay on the table.
The evening twilight shone through the window, falling on her profile. The light was hazy and gentle, casting a warm glow along the edge of her face...
Her expression was focused and earnest. With her head lowered and eyes cast down, her slender, pale fingers expertly guided the needle and thread through the fabric.
Seven days had passed. Having neither eaten nor drunk, Gu Yin slithered out of the dark, sealed room after finishing his shedding. He was exhausted and hungry, and had originally planned to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.
But from a distance, he suddenly froze.
Gu Yin stared blankly toward the window, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of the female, softly gilded by the light. His heart felt as if it were being filled with a certain tenderness.
