Deep into the night, the moon shone brightly and the stars were sparse.
Nanxuan Academy nestled at the foot of Qingshan, a continuous line of diverse buildings, quietly hiding in the darkness.
The fresh glow of the autumn moon descended, casting a soft light over the serene courtyards.
Looking down from the heavens to the mortal world, occasionally a few orange candle lights could be seen within the academy.
The warm candlelight mixed with the cool moonlight at their boundary, faintly blurring as if to melt into the night's colors.
And in one such place, recently renamed East Fence Small House.
There was a student's dwelling, which was one of them.
The north room, as every night, still had its lamp lit within.
Behind the half-closed paper window that let out the glow, a desk was piled with stacks of paper drafts and miniature Book Mountains.
