Sparks flickered, the lamp wick burned black, and the light dimmed significantly.
Yunluo glanced at the lampstand, wanting to free her hand to adjust the wick, but Mu Lianxiao held it tightly.
Their fingers interlocked, palms pressing against each other.
Yunluo raised her eyes to look at Mu Lianxiao. In the dim light, his outline was somewhat blurred, except for those eyes, bright as if filled with stars.
Seeing the fiery look in his eyes, her palm couldn't help but heat up. She thought, surely there must be a layer of sweat.
Yunluo instinctively glanced out the window, outside was pitch black, but she knew the sky would soon start to brighten.
Yunluo pursed her lips, looking at Mu Lianxiao's injured right hand. Clearly, he was injured, yet he dared to climb the wall to see her, truly bold.
"Soon it will be daylight," Yunluo asked softly.
Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed in Mu Lianxiao's eyes. He was reluctant to leave, but if he waited until dawn...
