[Please allow me to slowly unpack this.]
The night was as serene as still water, and a quiet hush fell over the Marquis's Mansion. In the sky above, stars twinkled like the eyes of mischievous children. Miss Wind Bell sat alone on a stone bench in the pavilion. The stone felt a little cool to the touch, a welcome sensation that dispersed the sweltering southern heat. With her delicate hands cupping her chin, she gazed up at the night sky. An occasional breeze would stir her long skirt, its hem fluttering to reveal a glimpse of her fair white calf.
After recuperating here for a while, Miss Wind Bell's physical injuries had completely vanished. Ling Xiao's Spirit Medicines were indeed of the highest quality; despite how severe her wounds had been, they hadn't left a single scar on her body.
'But he seems to be getting busier and busier,' Miss Wind Bell thought with a hint of melancholy, sighing softly. 'I feel so useless… Should I leave this place?'
