Nan Mufeng sat up, looking at the woman who had come to visit in the dead of night.
He had a vague feeling he had seen her somewhere, but he couldn't recall where.
Who is she?
Jian Xi looked at him, a bittersweet smile playing on her delicate face in the pale moonlight.
In that moment, Nan Mufeng understood.
She was sad. But why? He paused, his expression softening along with his gaze.
Why would she be sad? He's not anyone to her.
"Honey, I'm so worried about you..." Jian Xi took cautious steps forward. She was afraid to move too fast, worried she might frighten him.
But Nan Mufeng was calm. He showed no intention of rejecting her.
So she gathered her courage and sat down by his bedside.
She gazed at him tenderly, and he returned her gaze, somewhat confused.
Confusion was a good sign! At least he wasn't resisting, indicating that somewhere deep inside, even in his closed-off state, there was still emotion!
Jian Xi reached out her hand, gently touching his.
