It was bound not to be a peaceful night, and that was why Liwu had dinner before going upstairs to take a shower. By the time she slipped under the blanket, Weijun was already there. He had showered from the main house and changed from over there. He smelled like medicinal herbs, probably from helping his brother with his wounds.
Weijun was propped against the headboard, his expression thoughtful. His broad shoulders seemed heavy from carrying more than the stress of the last twenty four hours.
Boldly, Liwu rested her head on his chest. "What, Sweet Rose? Why are you brooding?"
"Not brooding, thinking," Weijun corrected, voice low and steady. Weifeng has returned, everything is officially out in the open. I should be pleased that he is home, and given his condition, I should be rejoicing that he did not die out there." He gulped. "Yet I worry."
