She was afraid that if this went on, she really would go mad.
A desperate, reckless idea began to take shape in her mind.
Night deepened.
Myriad Tribulation Valley sank into quiet, with only the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind echoing through the still valley.
Lin Xuan sat alone on a stone stool in the courtyard for a long while. After admiring the bright moon hanging in the night sky, he finally rose and returned to the guest room prepared for him.
A dim oil lamp burned in the guest room, casting a warm, hazy glow.
He pushed open the door, but the moment he stepped inside, his pace faltered.
His keen senses immediately detected a faint, familiar breathing that hadn't been there before.
His gaze fell on the neatly made bed.
The covers were slightly raised in an alluring curve.
A smile of understanding tugged at Lin Xuan's lips.
He closed the door without a word, walked slowly to the bed, and sat down.
The mattress sank slightly beneath his weight, and the person under the covers gave a faint shudder.
Lin Xuan didn't rush to expose her. He simply picked up the tea on the table, long since gone cold, took a small sip, and then said evenly, "Madam, the night is late and the dew is heavy. Why aren't you resting in your own room? What are you doing in my bed?"
He deliberately stressed the word "Madam," as if to remind her—and draw a line between them.
The body beneath the covers went noticeably rigid.
After a long moment, the thick quilt was cautiously lifted at one edge, and a dark head peeked out. A delicate, shy face appeared.
It was Gan Baobao.
She didn't look at Lin Xuan. Lowering her head,