"Did you not sleep at all last night?"
Shen Tang had just stepped out of her tent when she spotted Qi Shan, who had been pacing for a long while.
His clothes were damp with morning mist, and the fatigue of a sleepless night lingered between his brows. Faced with her teasing, Qi Shan, who usually kept his emotions to himself, actually admitted frankly, "I was afraid I'd lie down, wake up, and find it had all been a dream."
He truly suspected that tonight had been a dream.
How could anyone be as lucky as he was?
In a single day, two regrets in his shattered life had been mended.
"Forgive me for making a spectacle of myself before you, my lord. It's just that I've dreamed of this so many times over the years..." After savoring the joy of what had first happened, unease, fear, even the urge to retreat came one after another. He was afraid that if he said it aloud, this beautiful dream would end. Qi Shan, who had never thought Qi Yun favored him, was unexpectedly timid about this. When he met Shen Tang's smiling almond-shaped eyes, he gave a self-deprecating smile. "Good dreams have always been the easiest to wake from... I was afraid."
"It wasn't a dream."
Shen Tang even offered him a suggestion.
"If Yuan Liang doesn't believe me, should I pinch you?"
Qi Shan declined. "Why are you up so early too, my lord?"
His attempt to change the subject was painfully clumsy. Fortunately, Shen Tang didn't press him, only grumbling, "It's not that I got up early. It's that the little tyrant in my tent got up early. I was sleeping perfectly well, and she crawled up from the foot of the bed and grabbed, hit, gnawed, and bit