Amidst the rumbling of thunder, there was a faint, rustling sound, as if someone was leaning against the door.
Lu Qing tiptoed to the door, reached out and suddenly pulled it open, causing a thin figure outside to lose balance and fall backward, tumbling into the room.
Lu Chao, who had fallen awkwardly, hurriedly climbed up, timidly glanced at Lu Qing standing expressionless before him, and then murmured a soft "Imperial Brother."
Lu Qing ignored his address, noticing Lu Chao's clothes half-soaked from the rain, frowned slightly, "In the dead of night, you don't rest in your room but come to my door, why?"
"I'm really scared..." Lu Chao pursed his lips, initially embarrassed to speak, but driven by inner fear, he was compelled to be honest, "The night mother left... the thunder outside was just like this..."
Lu Qing's heart twitched, an elusive sourness rising in his nose. He paused for a moment, then reached out and pulled Lu Chao inside, closing the door again.
