Yaoyue said with a disdainful expression, "Ridiculous. I haven't fallen so low as to need your charity."

Seeing this, Dongfang Bubai sneered, and then flashed into the room where he used to live.

Seeing Dongfang Bubai's actions, Yaoyue also flicked her long sleeves and returned to her room.

In an instant, only Chu Qinghe, who had just sat up from the hammock, remained in the courtyard.

He glanced at Dongfang Bubai's tightly closed door, then turned to look at Yaoyue's room.

Feeling the faint fluctuations of true energy echoing in the two rooms, Chu Qinghe touched his nose, feeling that this opportunity to recuperate had come somewhat unexpectedly.

After thinking for a while, I decided to go back to my room and get some rest.

Half an hour later, Chu Qinghe, who had returned to his room earlier, suddenly sat up in bed, looking somewhat depressed.

They finally got a chance to rest and recuperate while Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue were both in the courtyard.

As a result, I developed insomnia.

At this moment, Chu Qinghe was also speechless.

After shaking his head, Chu Qinghe got up from the bed, put on an outer garment, opened the door, took a pot of wine from the wine room, and then slipped to the roof of the main house.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter—the night air carries different feelings and smells in each season.

Just like in the twelfth lunar month, the chill in the air makes one feel as if one has inhaled all the coldness of the night with each breath, and exhaled a breath that is covered in frost.

Under the summer night sky, there is a scent of fragrant grass.

In addition, the heavy rain today added a damp, earthy scent to the night air.

As Chu Qinghe lay reclining on the rooftop, quietly appreciating the night view and the tranquility of the deep night, a slight fluctuation of internal energy began to emerge.

The next second, another figure flashed onto the roof from the courtyard below.

However, the figure that suddenly leaped onto the roof landed not on the roof of Chu Qinghe's main house.

Instead, it was the roof of the side room.

Sensing the movement, Chu Qinghe sat up slightly and, by the bright moonlight, focused his gaze on Lin Shiyin, who was sitting on the roof.

After a moment of reflection, Chu Qinghe slowly stood up and sat down next to Lin Shiyin.

He casually handed another pot of wine, which he had just gotten from the tavern, to Lin Shiyin.

"Want some drinks?"

Seeing the wine jug that suddenly appeared in front of her and hearing the sound that echoed in her ears, Lin Shiyin's heartbeat suddenly slowed down as her eyes were filled with tears.

However, when Lin Shiyin turned her head to look at Chu Qinghe sitting beside her, her heart tightened, and she quickly stood up, wiped away her tears, and bowed, saying, "Young Master."

Chu Qinghe waved his hand and said, "I've already said, there aren't that many rules here, just be casual."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shiyin nodded and sat down.

When Lin Shiyin saw Chu Qinghe handing her the wine pot again, she hesitated for a moment before taking it and taking a sip.

After swallowing the wine, Lin Shiyin asked softly, "Why isn't Young Master asleep yet?"

In response to Lin Shiyin's question, Chu Qinghe sighed and said with a hint of helplessness, "I guess I slept for a while while you and Feiyan were playing cards, so I had insomnia!"

After saying that, Chu Qinghe took a sip from the wine pot, his gloomy expression quite obvious.

Perhaps the lingering effects of the previous alcohol hadn't completely worn off, and now, after suddenly drinking another kind of wine, the effects of the alcohol turned into rouge, flushing Lin Shiyin's cheeks red after just a few sips.

However, the tears she couldn't hold back while gazing at the moon only made Lin Shiyin's pitiful beauty even more prominent.

Faced with her own tears, Lin Shiyin kept wiping them with her sleeve, but even when her sleeve was already partially wet from the tears, she couldn't stop crying.

Faced with this, Lin Shiyin could only look at Chu Qinghe with concern, and said apologetically, "Young Master, please don't be offended, Shiyin doesn't know why."

"Don't you know why you can't stop crying?"

Lin Shiyin paused for a moment in response to Chu Qinghe's reply, then nodded in acknowledgment.

Seeing this, Chu Qinghe smiled gently and said, "The medicine I used can make people cry uncontrollably. Tell me when you've cried enough, and I'll give you the antidote."

She learned that the reason she couldn't stop crying was because Chu Qinghe had drugged her.

Lin Shiyin was taken aback for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Why would you give Shiyin such a drug, young master?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe said calmly, "I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed to cry if I'm here. Anyway, now that the drug has been administered, you can cry as much as you want while the poison is still active."

As he spoke, Chu Qinghe used his true energy to isolate Lin Shiyin.

Sometimes, you have to be mindful of when you speak.

Given the devastating loss and tragedy that has befallen Lin Shiyin's family, any words of comfort would be meaningless and insensitive.

It's better to guide than to block.

Since you feel sorrow in your heart, express it to avoid letting it fester inside.

Hearing Chu Qinghe's words, Lin Shiyin couldn't help but show a strange expression.

She could clearly sense that Chu Qinghe wanted to comfort her.

But Chu Qinghe's way of comforting her was by drugging her.

This action left Lin Shiyin unsure whether to laugh or cry.

After a few moments of hesitation, Lin Shiyin couldn't help but chuckle, but tears still streamed down her face.

And so, under the moonlight, holding a bottle of wine she dared not drink, Lin Shiyin's sorrow gradually flowed out of her body through the tears that kept streaming down her face.

When her gaze fell upon Chu Qinghe beside her, seeing his handsome face, which was full of languid ease, a special warmth flowed back into Lin Shiyin's heart, slowly dispelling the gloom in her heart.

(End of this chapter)