It's strange to say, but even though she shared a room with Pei Yunmeng and felt a subtle discomfort, she was actually not worried at all. This man was clearly no gentleman; his demeanor couldn't be considered proper. However, it seemed that she fundamentally trusted him. This trust was chilling, as she felt so at ease with him.
Pei Yunmeng snorted with laughter, didn't fuss over it, and laid down with his hands pillow his head.
In the room, the lamp oil burned quietly, shielding them from the storm outside. The fireplace offered scant warmth in the bitter cold, but the two inside didn't feel it, silently lost in their own thoughts.
After lying down for a while, Pei Yunmeng noticed something long near the foot of the bed. Thinking it was a snake at first, he frowned, sat up, and with a flick of the Silver Knife, he found it was just a rope.
