Light even breaths, and the occasional rustling of soft blankets, were the only sound in the darkened room. Qi circulated like gentle waves, and the air was just right, not too hot, not too cold, regulated by some effective, albeit messy, talismans.
Wen Zhihao was, of course, sleeping.
This is a Public Service Announcement that having a sleep schedule is good for you ??? (author is not suspicious at all, definitely not…)