Chapter 83
It was already late at night when Jian Yao returned to the guest house at the foot of the mountain.
When she pushed open the door to enter, that man was sleeping motionless on the bed. Only a table lamp was still on, and his silhouette was indistinct. In the past, he had slept extremely well, as was the case for people who were generally of pure character. Sometimes, Jian Yao had even felt envious when she watched him sleep, as she felt that sleep was like a kind of enjoyment for him.
It was the same now. He lay ramrod straight, with the blanket covering his entire body, just like a log. Tonight, his features were also very serene.
With as little noise as possible Jian Yao washed up, changed into her pajamas, turned back a corner of the blanket and quietly lay down.
During this period of time when they were busy with the butterfly killer case, the two of them had either spent their nights at the station or gone back separately to sleep. This would be the first time in more than a year that they were sharing a bed.
Sharing a bed*.
*T/N 同床共枕 (tong chuang gong zhen) – lit. same bed, shared pillow; fig. to be married. Jian Yao is probably thinking about both ‘meanings’.
Previously, she had never considered that there was anything special about this phrase. However, now, on carefully considering the phrase, her heart felt a deep sorrow.
And also a little bit of regret . . . tonight, he had actually fallen asleep first! However, he could not see any more, so perhaps he was no longer able to . . .