In the next moment, the two of them were entwined in a kiss, a kiss that seemed to seal the fate of the night—it was destined to be anything but restful.
Meanwhile, in the neighboring house, Jiang Nan, who had already gone to bed, was jolted awake by the chorus of incessant barking outside.
Restless and uneasy, she had been sleeping poorly for days, and tonight was no exception. Every time she thought about Jiang Yao's two incidents of scaling the wall to sneak into Gu Zi's house, her heart tightened with dread. Instinct told her that Jiang Yao's motives hadn't been as simple as theft.
But then again, so much time had passed. Surely Jiang Yao wouldn't still be investigating, would he? Then again, who could say for sure?
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, until sleep was completely out of the question. Throwing off her covers with a huff, she got up, dressed hastily, grabbed a kerosene lamp, and stepped out into the night.
