Nighttime.
The dim candlelight envelops the room, quiet and warm.
Xie Ruotong took a long time to fall asleep.
With Song Yanqing under the bed, she was bound to suffer from some insomnia.
Just when she finally managed to drift off, she suddenly felt a slight movement beside her!
Years of experience as an assassin allowed her to detect it in an instant.
She opened her eyes.
There she saw Song Yanqing suddenly lift her curtain and climb onto her bed.
Xie Ruotong stared intently at him.
She watched him under the faint candlelight, his cheeks overly flushed and his breathing excessively rapid.
Has he got a fever?!
That was the immediate thought in Xie Ruotong's mind.
Could it be that the cold ground made Song Yanqing catch a cold?
But she had repeatedly instructed Qiao'er to make sure the ground was warmly covered, and with so many cotton quilts, it shouldn't be cold enough to catch a chill?!
