Waiting for the night to become endless also caused the blue heavens to flourish with many possibilities. Li Shiyi draped a crow-black outer garment over her shoulders, not having gone upstairs, only sitting in the drawing room, using the lamp to engrave a small item. The wood within her hand was fine and slender, the elaborate knifework carving out neat scales; her fingers covered up the horn at the head, like that of a deer, and swept away the wood shavings on the surface. When she'd only carved it halfway, she stopped. What a dragon looked like, she'd never before seen with her own eyes. In paintings, in books, dragons' eyes were fierce and protruding, with the incredible might of a copper bell, but the wooden surface which she pressed against with the tip of the night felt that there ought to be lovable, soft eyelids, rising eyes, and slender, thick lashes, as well as bright, lustrous eyes. If there were to be a smile, they would narrow like the crescent moon, and have ...

Originally, A Yin had assumed Li Shiyi was finally about to become panicked, but in the end, Li Shiyi wasn't equal to her expectation, and only tranquilly listened to the Henggongyu and A Luo's narration, and put away her smoking pipe, removed her gloves, and, thinking over it, undid her loose braid; her gaze lowered, her fingers within the threads of her hair, she smoothed her hair behind her head, and, expression going wooden, calmly breathed a couple times, and only after than rose, descending the mountain to go back home as usual. The dusky yellow night lanterns in the alley drew people's shadows extremely long; the neighbouring A Huang snored softly; if it weren't for the fact of Li Shiyi's singular shadow, then it could entirely be counted as a fine, warm winter. Li Shiyi didn't make a sound, and pushed the door open, entering, heading directly upstairs. A Yin, arms crossed, leaned against the side of the door, keeping up heavy eyelids, heard the patter of...