The following morning, Lin Gantang felt motion beside her, and as Wen Yanqing got up, she too opened her eyes.
She was still a bit drowsy, lying in bed without moving.
She watched Wen Yanqing sit up, put on his shoes, and slowly rise, reaching out to feel for the furniture around him to discern his direction.
It was too late when they returned the night before, and Lin Gantang's luggage was not yet unpacked. She casually placed her suitcase down, and on seeing Wen Yanqing walk straight into it, neither gently nor forcefully, her sleepiness dissipated, and her brows knitted together once again.
Before, he had known to avoid even the Sweet Wine at his feet, so why hadn't he managed to dodge the much larger suitcase in front of him?
Lin Gantang sat up from the bed, watching him touch the wall and follow it into the bathroom.
Lin Gantang quietly followed.
