Soon, the bed slightly shook, and the man lay down behind her.
Qin Yiren closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, but her heart was racing; the rumbling in her ears made her curl up nervously, fearing that Chu Xinian would hear her anxious heartbeat.
In the pitch-black night, the wind was howling against the glass, sweeping up debris like stones and branches from the ground, causing a startling clatter.
Qin Yiren endured with her eyes closed until the scale of the typhoon gradually increased, something banged against the glass with a loud noise, like thunder terrifying her into a sharp tremble.
Behind her, the man extended an arm and silently pulled her into his embrace.
Qin Yiren opened her eyes, gazing blankly at the dark room; she knew she should refuse the man's comfort and break free from his embrace, but...
She was too scared and too sad, needing some time to gather courage.
