A Trembling Confession in the Sanctuary

The safe house was so quiet at night that you could almost hear dust settle. Su Wanning sat on the creaking wire bed, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes over and over until her knuckles turned white. She couldn’t understand how her heart was pounding even more wildly now, after barely escaping with her life from a brutal battle, than when she had faced the demons. Lu Yan leaned by the window, unhurriedly wiping his short blade. Now and then, he glanced at her with eyes as calm and deep as a still pool of water. It suddenly struck her that his unique composure and icy sharpness were even more dangerous, even more inescapable, than the darkness lurking outside ready to close in at any moment.