Girls' dormitory.
After saying goodnight to Jing Zhichen, Qin Xin directly closed the phone screen.
She stretched her lotus-like arm, extended her tendons, turned her neck, and put away the documents, then pulled the quilt to sleep.
No matter how big the issue, let it wait until tomorrow.
The dormitory lights turned off, and the moonlight outside was like water.
After a while, the only sound left in the room was the harmonious breathing, rising and falling.
The window, suddenly moved and opened slightly.
A slightly cool breeze filled the room.
Under the moonlight, a moon-white shadow slowly swept by.
The curtain of Qin Xin gently lifted, and the white shadow slipped into it.
In the narrow space.
The man sat by her bed, making the dormitory's small window feel even more cramped.
Nalan Ye Jue sighed lightly, unable to resist reaching his large hand towards her forehead, smoothing her slightly furrowed brows even in sleep.
So young, yet so many concerns.
