As the oil lamp went out, the room was instantly plunged into darkness.
Zhu Yu could only vaguely see Lu Qing, turned into a shadow, rustling beside her and lying down. At first, she wanted to close her eyes and pretend to sleep, but she could clearly feel Lu Qing lying behind her, not asleep, seemingly very awake.
She could even distinctly hear his breathing.
This feeling... was truly too strange.
At the time in Situ Jing's Personal Soldier Camp, because there were many personal soldiers living on the other side, having Lu Qing by was beside her gave Zhu Yu a sense of calm and security.
Spending the night in that desolate house in Huazhou, the room was damp all around; if it weren't for utter exhaustion, sleep would have been difficult to come by, with no concern for much.
But right now, lying on the soft silk mattress, everything was so quiet, quiet enough that Zhu Yu not only could hear Lu Qing's breathing but also her own heartbeat, this was a different kind of feeling.
