Chu Zhao sat by the bed, squinting his eyes as if he were napping, but every few minutes he would open his eyes to check outside the door, so actually, in this state, getting some proper rest was basically impossible. He could only fool himself into believing that he was resting, that he was gathering strength.
Occasionally, Chu Zhao would glance at Aroma, who was lying on the bed breathing evenly. Was she truly sleeping soundly and contentedly, or was she just putting on an act unable to let down her guard like himself?
