Deep in the night, all was still and silent, as if the entire world had plunged into a deep slumber.
Xiao Yanyan led Siniang to rest on the couch in the outer room, her footsteps so light that they seemed afraid to disturb the serenity of the night.
And I, in this tranquil night, was forced to face a rather awkward situation—tonight, I had to squeeze onto the bed with the wounded Mùróng Zhuó.
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