Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 76: Sharing the Pillow

Luo Jinxiao could not help but say, “Oh,” and stopped insisting.

Only then did Qu Weiyin slowly return to the bed. Luo Jinxiao bent down to support her shoulder and helped her lie down, removing her shoes.

Luo Jinxiao's long hair brushed against Qu Weiyin's arm, smooth and cool to the touch.

“You should go back and rest early,” Qu Weiyin said, closing her eyes.

Suddenly remembering Qu Weiyin often had night terrors, Luo Jinxiao felt a wave of concern wash over her. “Master Uncle, I’m not tired. Why don’t I keep you company tonight?”

“That wouldn’t do,” Qu Weiyin shook her head firmly.

“Fine then,” Luo Jinxiao said reluctantly, but she couldn’t argue further. She carefully tucked the blanket around Qu Weiyin before finally turning to leave.

She didn’t notice that Qu Weiyin had opened her eyes behind her, intently watching her retreating figure.

The room fell silent once again, but Qu Weiyin found it impossible to sleep. She lay flat for a while, her mind still wide awake. She knew she should take a moment to reflect, yet over these days, she could not suppress her wild emotions.

Qu Weiyin, ah Qu Weiyin, what a waste these thousands of years have been. Even this little bit of concern feels unbearable.

For the first time, she felt so completely lost, unsure which choice would yield a good outcome and which might lead to irreversible disaster.

Once a person develops attachments, they become weak.

However, if Luo Jinxiao were to hear this, she would surely retort, always so optimistically carefree.

But after all, Qu Weiyin was the elder. There were things she had to consider that Luo Jinxiao might overlook.

Slowly, Qu Weiyin raised her hand, her delicate fingers dancing beneath the moonlight, casting shadows on the wall. With a gentle flick of her slender index finger, the candle flame was ignited, and another flick extinguished it.

In the dim, flickering light, she realized she had gradually slid back down onto her bed.

Meanwhile, Luo Jinxiao stood beneath the eaves, arms wide open. The Cold Cloud Pavilion extended over the cliff, providing just enough space for her to squeeze in. She pressed herself against the wall to ensure she wouldn’t fall off.

She had intended to stay a little longer, waiting to see if Qu Weiyin would sleep soundly. If so, she would go back. But who would have thought that although Qu Weiyin had mentioned being tired, once Luo Jinxiao left, she seemed to be entertaining herself with the candlelight, playing away happily.

It was pitiful for Luo Jinxiao, who had been standing there for quite a while, feeling her limbs begin to stiffen.

However, the candlelight finally dimmed, extinguishing itself, and assuming Qu Weiyin had fallen asleep, Luo Jinxiao opened the door, holding her breath in preparation to step inside.

Suddenly, she heard Qu Weiyin gasp sharply, the shadow on the bed sitting up abruptly, triggering the injuries to her heart and lungs, and she hunched over, coughing violently.

Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao quickly rushed to her side and patted her back. “Master Uncle, are you alright?”

Qu Weiyin shook her head, drenched in sweat from coughing. With her jade-like arm supporting her on the side, she turned to Luo Jinxiao with a look of astonishment. “What are you doing still here?”

“I didn’t leave. I wanted to wait until you fell asleep before going back. Did you have another nightmare?” Luo Jinxiao couldn’t hide the worry on her face.