Taking advantage of their supposed physical discomfort, they each lay back down on their own beds.
It wasn't that the two of them absolutely couldn't go out to welcome the imperial carriage, it was just that neither of them could bring themselves to lose that much face.
After all, in front of so many soldiers, one of them disfigured and the other lame—no matter how you looked at it, they both felt rather unwilling to show themselves.
Outside the tent.
Xie Qianyun seemed to hear some movement.
After a short while, she saw Xiao Luming, still clad in armor, walk in.
He looked like he had tanned a good deal more than before, and his body had also grown thinner.
But his whole person was indeed high‑spirited.
Coming back victorious from battle—even the way he walked was different.
Xie Qianyun, however, after only a single glance, hurriedly pulled the quilt over herself.
Xiao Luming's brows knit slightly.
