Yan Luoxi lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep. She kept tossing and turning, thinking about Li Zhiqian's affairs, sometimes feeling indignant for him, sometimes feeling regretful.
If Li's mother were still alive, she probably wouldn't let him live such a lonely life, but now no one seems to care about him.
On the night of the festival, Yan Luoxi couldn't accompany Li Yeqi for the night watch. She was dazed with illness, drifting between dreams and waking, various faces flashed before her, and she couldn't distinguish if she was in a dream or reality.
She was awakened by firecrackers the next day, only to find out they were being set off by people in the mountain early in the morning. She opened her eyes to meet a pair of concerned eyes. She smiled at him, "Did you stay up all night?"
