It was night.
Lin Yuan's small residence.
In the bedroom, a solitary lamp flickered, casting its glow on a beautiful face as fair as snow.
Zhu Lingshan's eyes were full of worry. Ever since she returned tonight and heard Xiaoyun report that her beloved had gone out on patrol, she felt uneasy.
Thinking of Lin Yuan's predicament filled her belly with anxiety. She sat upright at the windowsill desk, looking at the dim, gloomy starlight in the sky, only feeling colder.
Ever since dinner, she had been waiting without moving, until late at night, but still did not see her beloved appear.
Zhu Lingshan retracted her gaze, knowing that no matter how long she stared, she wouldn't see the figure arriving.
Meanwhile, Xiaoyun, who accompanied her, was already struggling to keep her eyes open, her eyelids as heavy as lead. Before long, she succumbed, collapsing onto the table in a sound sleep.
