Chu Qiao, obviously unaware of his intentions, sat up, rubbed her eyes, and swept the loose strands of hair by her ear to the side. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she said in a firm voice, "What are you doing here?" As she spoke, the house fell into a short silence. Chu Qiao knew that she had said something wrong, and did not say another word. Both of them seemed to not know how to adapt to the shift in their relationship. They did not know how to talk to each other.
The moonlight was bright outside the window as it shone onto the ground, appearing like a layer of frost.
"What are you doing in Xianyang?" Zhuge Yue asked the question suddenly. Chu Qiao was stunned as she felt a sense of panic surge from within. She had rarely felt anything that made her panic all these years. Even when faced with the terrifying Xia army, she was able to remain calm. Only towards him did her sense of calmness seem to evaporate; her heart constantly felt uneasy.
