After being tossed around a few times, Arao fell into a deep sleep.
In a daze, she felt the person beside her lift her up, change her to a soft and clean corner of the bed, and then put her down.
The slanting sun faded, and the evening coloring the temple with a quiet and eerie stillness.
Arao worked diligently day and night, and it was hard for her to have a good sleep.
Today, after being tormented for a while, she actually had a beautiful sleep.
Perhaps it was the familiar scent and taste of him permeating the bed, making her extraordinarily peaceful in her dreams. Despite the severe pain in her body, Arao slept very soundly.
The night was drawing near its end, with sparse daylight filtering through the heavy clouds, casting the sky in a dark gray haze.
When Arao slowly awoke, a new row of candles had been lit on the candlestick, softly illuminating the elegant room.
She was covered in a soft and thick blanket, which was new.
