Ji Xiaosong was handling the envelope when dark clouds obscured the moonlight outside the window.
She suddenly froze.
A faint, almost imperceptible scent of pine drifted through the air—it was Xu Weidong's signature scent.
"Come out."
She spoke softly to the seemingly empty room, her fingers already reaching for the hemp rope under her pillow.
The closet door slid open a silent crack.
As moonlight spilled back into the room, Xu Weidong's tall figure was already standing before the window, his military cap pulled low, revealing a tense, firm jawline.
"Hurt?"
He spoke in his usual clipped, efficient manner, his voice kept to a bare whisper.
Ji Xiaosong's eyes stung.
They hadn't seen each other in days, and his first words were as stiff as ever, but the concern in his eyes was impossible to hide.
She deliberately turned her face away. "What could happen to me? You, on the other hand, what are you up to…"
