Winter nights are always very lonely, Chu Qiao stood quietly in the window and looked up at the dark sky, as if a deep eye, always with the power to draw people's souls.

"Why did you wake up again? Didn't you fall asleep?"

When Yi Qingchen pushed the door in, she saw a picture of a young girl standing by the window in a white ankle-length nightgown, her white jade feet sunk on the dusty wool carpet, and the moonlight outside the window hit her tiny cheek. If she had a pair of wings, it would be the fairy wandering in the moonlight.

She looked back in dismay, and the...