Luo'er followed Baiyue into their room under her guidance, where Tangmo was already asleep. The rhythm of her steady breathing could be heard in the quiet room.
Baiyue carried an oil lamp in one hand, the other hand firmly protecting its weak flame to ensure it would not be extinguished. A diary was tightly gripped under her arm, her body was tense, which was a clear sign of her nervousness.
As they cautiously entered the room, Luo'er could smell a faint, sweet scent in the air, like that of a girl. Oddly, he had never noticed such a fragrance when he was with them before.
Seeing Baiyue's petite and delicate figure before him, Luo'er's heart trembled, causing his ears to flush with warmth.
Baiyue placed the oil lamp and diary on the bedside table, her hands shaking slightly. She did not dare to turn around to face Luo'er because she didn't know what to say to him, nor did she want him to see her embarrassed expression.
