The flickering red candles magnified their silhouettes several times over, projecting them onto the wall. Chuxia stared at the bulging shapes on the wall, lost in a daze.
She hadn't been held in someone's arms to sleep since she was three years old, and now, locked tightly in Zhou Mikang's embrace, feeling his warm breath, she couldn't fall asleep.
His stiff, backward-leaning posture and the slightly heavy breathing made it clear that he wasn't asleep either. She wanted to chat with him but didn't know what to say, so she simply stared at the wall in a daze.
Ever since she asked Zhou Mikang if he knew how to be in love, he had been silent, obviously protesting her questioning.
Such a proud man!
She wasn't questioning him, but rather, she disagreed with some attitudes toward emotions in this era and wanted to communicate with him. If she could prompt some proper changes, it would be a win.
