That night, just as expected, Qiu Qianghai sent over everything Gu Jin had asked for.
For once, An Mingji actually fell into a deep sleep that night.
It had been a very, very long time since he'd slept so soundly.
After midnight.
An Mingji was woken up by hunger. He opened his dazed eyes and saw a clean, unfamiliar room.
A faint, tempting smell of food drifted through the air.
He struggled to sit up in bed. His clean but thin little face went taut, showing an extremely impatient expression.
All the strange things that had happened yesterday quickly flooded back into his mind.
None of it felt real, as if he'd had a dream.
Yet after waking, he was still wrapped in this gentle haven.
"Knock knock…"
The sound of knocking came from the door.
An Mingji raised his head and followed the sound toward the doorway.
Gu Jin was holding a bowl in her hands, her gaze soft as she looked at him.
"You're awake. Are you hungry? I made a bowl of noodles."
