Perhaps it was because she was on edge, or maybe due to the way this man seemed to rattle her with his sheer presence, that despite her weariness, her senses at this moment seemed heightened somehow.
The streams of soft sunlight peeking through the uneven planks in crisscrossing patterns basked the lodging in a gentle radiance. The faint scent of fresh morning dew mixed with the smoky smell from the remnants of charred firewood had filled the air and blended pleasantly.
As if her brain was reprogrammed every time she interacted with Zhu Qingyue, she found herself acting against her better judgement. Every time she was around him, her instincts told her to flee and yet, her feet stayed put, trembling at the sight of him.
