His raven-feather lashes began to flutter slightly, and then his tightly shut eyes slowly opened a crack.
"Awake?"
He had only just opened his eyes, his blurred vision not yet clear, when a familiar voice reached his ears.
Bo Yi slowly turned his head and met a pair of beautiful, jewel-like red eyes.
Those red eyes curved with delight when they met his gaze. For some reason, seeing them curve made the corners of Bo Yi's mouth lift too.
"Rested enough?"
The Evil God lying on his side beside him lifted a lock of his hair and idly played with it in his palm.
Bo Yi nodded gently.
He had to admit that, without realizing it, he had come to place a certain amount of trust in this Evil God who had suddenly appeared. The clearest sign was that he had just had the best rest since entering this Instance-after Mitian returned, or rather, after learning that Mitian was in this Instance, he could finally lower his guard and let go of his vigilance, sinking peacefully into deep sleep and giving his body and mind a proper rest.
Feeling well rested, Bo Yi began to look around.
This place... did not look like the guest rooms where the players stayed. The nanmu bed canopy had a fine lacquered finish and was carved with auspicious patterns of swirling clouds. Judging by how much space remained even with two grown men, Mitian and himself, lying side by side, this bed was clearly much larger than the carved wooden beds in the players' rooms.
He turned to look beyond the bed. Exquisite palace lanterns hung in the four corners of the room, their candlelight spilling softly through hazy shades onto the floor. Several landscape paintings and calligraphy scrolls hung on the surrounding walls,