Chapter 569 Let Me In For The Night

• The hallway had four walls and a ceiling. They were certainly not the streets, but it was genuinely cold in the middle of the night, with nowhere to sit.
• He glanced at the securely locked door of his own house and then at Lysander's door, which was at least still open, hope flickering in his eyes.
• After her outburst, Lysander was no longer sleepy. She said rationally, “There's no point in looking at me. I don't have the key to your house. Find someone to help. Doesn't your cook have a key?”