Zuo Xiangning stood there motionless and silent, watching as the figure entered the inner chamber.
The dark shadow moved to the bedside, lifted the bed curtain, and upon finding no one inside, turned around and daringly lit the candle on the table. After searching the chamber once more, they left the inner chamber with a slightly panicked expression.
When they caught sight of the woman standing by the table in a moon-white jacket and trousers, holding a teacup and smiling at them, they froze on the spot.
"What are you doing up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Lingxiao glanced around the room before going back to the wardrobe to pick up one of her outer garments and drape it over Zuo Xiangning's shoulders.
The movement was skilled and natural, as if he had done it countless times before.