"This is where Zhao Rong lived for three months... He must have spent his days reading at that desk..." the little Fox Demon murmured gently to herself on the bed in the darkness.
Tonight, like many other nights, moonlight poured from the west window, cloaking the desk in silver radiance.
In the room where the lights were out, it was the brightest object.
Just like how the heart of a certain fox-eyed girl was brimming with yearning at this moment.
Now the night was deep and the world was silent, she tilted her head toward the bright desk in front of her and whispered to herself softly:
"Why must you be gone just when I need to give you the sachet personally, would be great if you 'whooshed' back right now... Hmm, bad Zhao Rong, always boasting about mastering the Supreme Divine Skill to suppress Xiaoxiao... However, how about now? When Xiaoxiao misses you so much, can't you use a little bit of that Divine Skill and 'whoosh' back to me..."
