Night had deepened. Lu Xingchen lay in bed but could not sleep. His mind replayed everything that had happened today—the escape, Shen Ye's cooking, that bowl of steaming noodles, and the earnest look on Shen Ye's face when he said *I'll take good care of you*. He turned over and looked at the other bed. Shen Ye lay with his back to him, breathing steady, but Lu Xingchen always felt he was not asleep. "Shen Ye?" he called softly. No answer. "Are you asleep?" Still no answer. Lu Xingchen he...