Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun horizontally, leaving the fragrant corridor behind and slowly walked towards the Khan Palace.
The bright white moon followed behind them, casting their intimate shadows upon the bluestone pathway.
All around was silent, the gentle evening breeze stirred the birds perched on branches, causing a delightful chorus of chirps to be heard, while the incessant sounds of grass insects continued all along the way.
When Yelu Yan saw that Li Xianyun had her little head cozily resting against his sturdy chest without much movement, he asked, "Asleep?"
"...Mhm."
Yelu Yan chuckled softly, "Talking while asleep?"
"Mhm."
Yelu Yan tilted his head to look at her. Her soft little face seemed plumper from the side, her lashes appeared even longer, neatly and densely spread, casting faint shadows on her tender white skin.
"You're so sleepy, let's not bathe when we get back to the palace, okay?"
She bathed every night before sleep—a habit Yelu Yan was already aware of.
