"Be good, it's already past midnight. Get some sleep early," Lingxiao put her on the bed, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead, "You haven't slept well these past few days, you have even lost weight on your face."
Xiangning watched him go to the outer room with a smile.
She knew he couldn't rest easy about her.
Xiangning bit her lip gently, holding the quilt with a quiet laugh, and closed her eyes in peace.
She dozed off somewhat drowsily and when she woke up, she found herself alone in bed.
Lifting the bed canopy, she saw the light was still on in the west chamber.
She put on a coat and quietly walked to the door of the west chamber.
In front of Lingxiao, the writing desk was loaded with many intelligence reports, which he was carefully arranging in order, comparing something with each paper.
Feeling something amiss, he looked up towards the door and saw in the dim light, a woman wearing a rose-pink coat, looking at him with eyes full of tenderness.
