At the same time, Bai Yu wasn't the only one whose heart had nearly leapt out of his chest.
Li Meirong suffered a fright and stumbled back in surprise as well.
Upon entering her home, she wordlessly stared slack-jawed at the man resting comfortably on her single mattress.
'What the…'
The bed was obviously not made for him. Zhu Qingyue had his long legs bent in an uncomfortable looking position, yet his feet still dangled in the air. His dark robe was large and loose, contrasting with his fair skin and silver hair. It enveloped him like a blanket of darkness as he laid curled like a puppy. The blanket had dropped to the floor by the foot of the bed.
Li Meirong peeked a little closer and discovered the afflicted man was actually asleep! He looked serene and peaceful, resembling an ethereal fairy as he rested.
