Hehuan Hall was almost completely dark except for the palace lanterns.
Only a single candle remained lit in the inner room. Xiao Jinyan walked slowly to the bedside, lifted the bed curtain, and looked at the person who was already sound asleep by the feeble candlelight.
She was worried earlier this evening when he went to Qimeng Hall that little nine might be oversensitive and not trust him.
As it turned out, he had worried for nothing; she was not at all concerned.
It should have been a reason to be happy, yet for some reason, seeing little nine so soundly asleep now made him feel like she didn't care whether he stayed at Qimeng Hall or not.
He stared at the person on the bed for a while, and just as he was about to undress and get into bed, he suddenly heard the call of a bird.
That was a signal indicating someone was looking for him.
Xiao Jinyan quickly fastened his waistband and then left Hehuan Hall.