In the shadowy and tiny space of the inn room, Lai Yiteng rested curled in the corner. His sleep was shallow and restless, both of his eyebrows would bunch up every now and then.
There was a small and unnatural noise.
It could have been a mouse on the floorboards or a moth fluttering against the paper lantern in the hallway, but Lai Yiteng immediately shot both of his eyes open. He stayed motionless, keeping up an act of feigning sleep. The cool and comfortable the nighttime air became stifling with quietness.
There were no footsteps, but he did hear the faintest flutter of clothing.
It was certainly a person.
If Lai Yiteng had been deeply asleep he wouldn't have awoken to such minuscule noises. It was also a good habit that he always slept with his knife. Now it was gripped in his hand underneath the fold of his inner robe, just out of sight.
"…"
A moment of tension drew the world tight, so strained he had to use all his willpower to resist moving until the opportune moment.
