The two fumbled to relight the candle, and a faint, weak flame slowly came back to life. It wasn't very bright, just bright enough to dimly illuminate their faces.
By this light, Si Chu caught a glimpse of the bump on Mingshu's head and his eyes flashed with a guilty conscience.
"Shouldn't you take care of your injury..." His voice sounded muffled and carried a tone of self-reproach.
Mingshu grimaced and waved her hand, appearing not to care much: "Don't worry about this little injury, it will heal on its own.
Si Chu noticed her soaked clothing and hair still dripping with water, and it dawned on him that she had braved the rain to find him.
His emotions immediately grew more complicated, and his dark eyes shone with an indiscernible sentiment in the black of the night.
"How did you find your way here?"
