In the darkness, she couldn't see Pei Yunmeng's expression, she could only feel the hand she was holding was strong.
A light chuckle came from beside her ear, "Hold on tight."
Lu Tong responded with an "Mm."
The two headed toward the direction of the wooden bridge.
She didn't know how Pei Yunmeng managed it, but perhaps the Palace Front Office didn't select its talents solely based on looks. After all, he was quite capable. Though his pace wasn't fast, he walked very steadily. Sometimes when people who couldn't see the road bumped into them, he would quickly pull Lu Tong away, preventing her from falling.
He took very good care of her.
Lu Tong gripped his arm tightly, letting him lead the way with peace of mind. Perhaps the sense of touch is magnified in the dark, his even breathing and the cool, faint scent on him became distinct, just like the colorful threads underfoot, densely entwined and surrounding them.