By the time Yuwen Junan returned to Yuhe Palace, the moon had already reached its zenith. He did not return to the western side hall; instead, he slipped past the guards, climbed through the northern window, and went straight into the inner chamber.
After his long spell of weeping, Pei Hengyu lay asleep within the bed curtains. His frayed nerves had relaxed completely, and even his gentle breathing seemed to blend into the moonlight.
Yuwen Junan parted the hanging drapes and lay down on his side beside Pei Hengyu. After gazing at the sleeping face for a moment, he raised his slender hand and gently brushed his fingertips over the swollen, tear-stained eyes. Infusing a trace of Spiritual Power into them, he watched the swelling subside in an instant.
Chapter 115