C1498 War

Yao Ziyan had watched Lo Chuan sleep numerous times. His features softened in slumber, a stark contrast to his alertness when awake. At times, he would smack his lips as if savoring a dream, prompting a chuckle from Ziyan. In these moments, Lo Chuan was utterly unguarded, though truth be told, he was often just as relaxed.

Ziyan was much the same. Together