Shang Yanting suddenly stopped, and the room was quiet for a long time.
"Are my eyes still not healed?"
His voice was soft, yet it made Jia Xitong feel very uncomfortable.
"...Yes."
She leaned over and rubbed her head against his face, "I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry, you never owe me an apology."
Shang Yanting hugged Little Raccoon and slowly moved back to the bed, "Sleep, it's okay."
It's far from okay.
Jia Xitong pressed against his chest, and it was quiet for a long time.
In the room, the flickering candlelight grew dimmer and dimmer.
The tears of the candle silently dripped down along the wax, and the sound of guests laughing and persuading each other to drink outside seemed like it was in another world compared to the inside.
After an unknown amount of time, Jia Xitong suddenly said, "Host, let's go back tomorrow!"
"Hmm?"
"Let's find a way together with the senior brothers at the peak!"
