The deep, silent night was stretched by a strange sensation. Clad in her thin nightclothes, Yin Qingqing blushed in the dark, let out a soft noise, and her eyes shot open as she sat bolt upright in bed. She watched silently as the Red King emerged from under her covers and lifted the bed curtains. Then she watched as he pushed the door open, left, and quickly shut it behind him. The whole time, she wrung the corner of her quilt, not uttering a single word.
Only after the Red King had left did Yin Qingqing let out a long sigh of relief in the darkness.
'She had thought…'
But,
'That's it?'
A strange feeling welled up in Yin Qingqing's heart. She didn't know if it was disappointment, panic, or indignation. In any case, a faint bitterness rose within her, a complex mix of emotions that could only be felt, not expressed.
Coming and going, Zheng Xiu, with the convenience of his Glazed Pure Body, had already become adept at moving between the various Post Stations.
