Lin Hanzhi carried Qi Gu, his steps steady and not particularly slow. The night breeze was cool, especially along the outdoor corridor, so Lin Hanzhi kept close to the inner wall and turned slightly to shield Qi Gu from it.
Of course, Qi Gu was hardly going to fall seriously ill from a little cold wind, but Lin Hanzhi did it without thinking, out of an instinct of both body and soul.
As they went up the stairs, Qi Gu felt the jolting of his means of transport and finally realized that something seemed wrong. He struggled groggily to open his eyes, meeting a pitch-black night dotted with stars, followed by the night breeze brushing his cheeks. He blinked in confusion, feeling as though he was slowly rising, every jolt beneath him bringing him a little closer to the night sky.
He tilted his head slightly and saw the sharp contours of Lin Hanzhi's profile. After two seconds of blank staring, Qi Gu finally realized exactly how he was "rising."
"Why didn't you wake me?" Qi Gu lightly gripped Lin Hanzhi's shoulder. "Put me down."
"You were sleeping so soundly that I didn't wake you. Besides, I wanted to carry you." The sharp lines of Lin Hanzhi's profile immediately softened, a smile spreading little by little, making him as vivid as a beauty in a painting brought to life.
Qi Gu felt warm and soothed inside. "Then... hold me when we're back in the room. Other people will see us now."
"They're all asleep. Hardly anyone uses this corridor." Lin Hanzhi kept heading up as he spoke.
"But your health... I'd better get down." When Lin Hanzhi reached the second-floor landing, Qi Gu stretched his legs, struggling to get out of his arms.
But Lin Hanzhi still held him perfectly