The View

Yu Zhen had lied. Li Xueyue woke up in the bedroom all alone. It was dark in here, the candle lights blew out. She rapidly blinked, adjusting her vision in the pitch-black darkness. 

"How late at night is it?" she mumbled under her breath.

Li Xueyue touched the spot beside her. It was cold. Which meant Yu Zhen hadn't returned at all. 

Reluctantly, she slipped out of bed, shivering when the cold nipped at her skin. Goosebumps arose but she quickly covered herself with a piece of Yu Zhen's clothing she picked up at the foot of the bed.

"It must be midnight by now," Li Xueyue added on. She quickly tied the belt of the robe together, her legs wobbling with each step.

She ran a tired hand through her hair. "Perhaps he's busy with work."