The Consort of the R

Wei Xue nodded and turned to leave. Mu Jiu sat up and walked to the bedside. He hadn't had a nightmare in a long time.,Her eyelashes, long and delicate like butterfly wings, fluttered slightly. Her clear, glassy eyes reflected the light outside, resembling two precious gems that shimmered faintly. As she blinked, a slight mistiness veiled her gaze, obscuring the colors hidden within.,Lan You was best at playing the guqin, her music was ethereal and dreamy, like fairy music surrounding you, making people calm and focused. However, tonight's music sounded a little unsteady...。