I had just settled under the blanket when the door opened.
I did not turn immediately.
I already knew it was him.
Fu Sheng stepped into the room, his presence calm and steady. The door closed softly behind him, and for a moment, he did not speak.
I turned my head slightly away, choosing not to look at him.
If he had something to say, then he would say it.
If not, then silence would remain.
The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the lantern. His footsteps were quiet as he walked further inside.
Then they stopped.
He was standing near the bed.
I could feel it.
His gaze was still and unmoving, fixed on me.
A few seconds passed.
Then he moved.
The bed dipped slightly as he sat down beside me.
I did not react.
I kept my gaze turned away.
But before I could say anything, his hand moved.
In one smooth motion, he reached out, lifted me, and pulled me onto his lap, the blanket still wrapped around my body.
The movement was sudden.
Unexpected.
