"Go to sleep earlier!" Liu Qingsong added a sentence and rubbed his waist as he returned to the room to apply medicinal ointment.
Ran Yan took off her wooden clogs in the corridor and entered the room.
Lying on the couch, she tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. Worry was one reason, but it had not been long since she had grown accustomed to having someone sleeping beside her. Whenever nightmares struck, a pair of strong arms would pull her into an embrace, providing warmth.
The moon rose and then set. Ran Yan lay with her eyes open, watching the light from the lattice window silently shift positions on the floor, her heart growing more agitated.
It was around the third watch of the night when she was about to fall asleep that the window made a slight noise, and someone quietly pried it open and climbed in.
