Jia Xuan stood by the window, watching as Lingtuo walked into the castle, knowing that he would inevitably come upstairs to find her.
Listening closely to his footsteps, drawing nearer and nearer, her tension grew tighter and tighter.
Even though she had rushed back with such urgency just to see him, she now desperately wanted to avoid the meeting. She didn't know how to face him, as there were so many things she felt she couldn't express. Vast contradictions were lodged within her heart.
When she heard the sound of him turning the doorknob, she dashed to the bed and pulled the covers over herself entirely, as if doing so could help her avoid all the difficulties and awkwardness.
She sensed his light footsteps entering, and felt him sit down beside the bed. Hiding under the covers, Jia Xuan was trembling overwhelmingly, with an intense urge to pull back the covers to properly see him and especially to look at the scar on his chest, but she lacked the courage.
