You opened your eyes to see a gauzy, snow- white canopy above you. Someone pushed open the door and walked in, then lightly closed the door behind them. "Are you awake?"

You rotated your neck back and forth, then looked at the asker out of the corner of your eye.

Under the light of the lantern, which was warmer than the light of the moon, that young man's looks were indeed good: the corner of his mouth held a smile, his appearance was peerlessly clever and handsome.