Night fell, deep into the evening.
The only wooden bed in the room appeared especially narrow under the dim kerosene lamp, as if just turning over could cause someone to fall off.
Gu Yanshen brought in a basin of water from outside. After washing up, his tall stature awkwardly stood still, his actions betraying a trace of unease.
Lin Wan Yi made the bed and patted the empty space next to her, nodding her chin towards him.
"What are you standing there for? Sleep."
Gu Yanshen's tall frame tensed, his ears visibly turning red. He looked at the narrow bed, then at Lin Wan Yi, who occupied only a small corner, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"You sleep, I'll make a bed on the floor." He said, and was about to reach for the pile of old hay in the corner.
"Stop!" Lin Wan Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable command.
She sat up, jumped off the bed with her bare, tender feet, and in a few steps stood in front of him, looking up at him.
