Xia Pengpeng immediately burrowed into Mu Xingye's embrace, like a little cat without a sense of security.
"When did you get here?"
"I came over when the weather changed, afraid you wouldn't sleep soundly."
Xia Pengpeng didn't speak, but lifted her little hand, tightly clutching his clothes.
She liked this sense of security.
Suddenly, a bright flash of lightning streaked across the sky outside, and before the thunder could roar, Mu Xingye pressed Xia Pengpeng's head into his chest, covering her ears.
Without the piercing sound of thunder in her ears, Xia Pengpeng's sense of fear also diminished significantly.
She remained curled up in Mu Xingye's embrace, her stiff body gradually relaxing.
Neither of them spoke, just quietly holding each other.
Nor did they fall asleep.
After a spell of heavy rain, the night returned to tranquility.
"It shouldn't rain again, I'll go back to my room," Mu Xingye said slowly as he stood up.
