The moon had just risen, scattering fragments of gold across the ground.
Li Qiao leaned close to the glass window, looking at the gate.
It was nearly nine o'clock and there was still no sign of anyone. Could something have happened on the road?
Just then, the sound of the gate opening reached her ears, followed by a tall figure bursting into view.
It was Qin Jin.
She immediately ran to the bed, lay against the headboard, and reached for a book on the side, opening it to a random page.
A moment later, the sound of the door opening echoed through the room.
"Waiting for me?" Qin Jin said with a grin.
"Who's waiting for you? I'm reading. I've always been studious. I can't sleep at night if I don't read for a while," Li Qiao stated solemnly. She would never admit to waiting for him and give him the satisfaction of being smug.
