The candle flame flickered on the table, which was ten steps away from the bed.
The candle flame was small and dim; the light on the bed was even dimmer due to the distance.
But Ling Yuezi found even this faint light to be bothersome.
She felt restless under Li Xingsheng's intense gaze.
"Compensation... I will give it to you tomorrow." She reached out to hang the curtain's hook, "It's late, sleep now. You have to set off on your journey by noon tomorrow."
After drawing the curtain, Ling Yuezi blew out the candle on the table.
Unlike usual, she did not lie down on the bed fully dressed with Li Xingsheng, but instead, she sat silently by the table, conflicted, staring out the window.
On the bed, Li Xingsheng rubbed his forehead and said to the outside of the curtain, "Darling, aren't you going to rest? If you don't rest well, how will you send me the compensation gift and see me off tomorrow, hmm?"
