This night was unusually peaceful; by the time Yang Xiao opened his eyes, dawn had broken. He got up and subconsciously glanced at Nalan Shuo's bed, only to see that Nalan Shuo was also asleep, his body rising and falling steadily with his breath. It was then that his anxious heart gradually calmed down.
Nalan Shuo meant more to him than just a superior - he was a mentor and a friend, a trustworthy companion upon whom to rely.
Just as Yang Xiao was tiptoeing out of bed, Nalan Shuo suddenly opened his eyes, clear and decisive, without a hint of grogginess, "Awake?"
Yang Xiao was somewhat surprised, "You haven't slept?"
"Not tired," Nalan Shuo sat up, his clothes still on, and put on his shoes to get out of bed, "Can't compare to you young folks. People of a certain age sleep lighter and less."
