The stars burned brighter than usual, scattered like celestial diamonds across the endless night. The moon, high and imperious, bathed the world in its ethereal glow—haunting, beautiful, otherworldly. Tonight, the heavens themselves seemed to offer a gift, a quiet blessing upon two lovers stealing a moment beneath the silver light.

It was on nights like these, wrapped in the hush of the universe, that the two of you found solace in each other’s presence. No duties. No interruptions. Just the quiet rhythm of your heartbeats intertwined with the whispering breeze.

Softly, you murmured his name.

Jing Yuan stood beside you, his gaze lifted toward the sky, lost in thought. But when you turned to face him, your breath hitched. The weight of exhaustion clung to him like a heavy cloak, his golden eyes fluttering closed, betraying the battle he fought against sleep.

You had no time to react before his body surrendered.

With a sigh, the great General of the Xianzhou Luofu succumbed to slumber, his head finding its way to your shoulder—his makeshift pillow for the night.