She had asked the maid to turn off the lights before leaving, and now its stillness offering a quiet sense of comfort. It was past 11 at night when Li Na turned her head to glance at the digital clock subtly glowing on the bedside table.
She had already had dinner with Little Tiger earlier, leaving her wanting for nothing more than the soothing warmth of his company, which she deeply missed. However, the painkiller Lu Jianjun had given her earlier had started to take effect, dulling the ache of her injuries and lulling her toward drowsiness. Yet, despite the heaviness in her eyelids, a part of her mind stubbornly resisted sleep—its restlessness drawn to the lingering awareness of Lu Jianjun's presence.
The room was partially veiled in darkness near the bedside, with only a sliver of moonlight slipping through the gap in the curtains. The faint light cast a ghostly glow, animating the shadows and adding a surreal quality to the quiet space.
