Looking at Nan Xian and Feng Ruqing, Nan Chiyou somehow felt that she had been ignored.
It was as if Nan Xian was desperate to kick her away...
It was getting late. Feng Ruqing told them to go to rest first, and she left.
Night fell.
The curtain of darkness was drawn.
Nan Chiyou was just about to rest when the door of her room was suddenly pushed open.
She looked up and saw the young man walking in. The moonlight was pouring down and casting shadows upon his figure.
"Nan Ming, what are you doing here? Didn't my father arrange a room for you?" Nan Chiyou asked with a puzzled gaze.
The young man smiled. "I can't sleep if I don't sleep on the beams."
Speechless.
'What kind of quirks are these?'
She pondered for a while. "Your place does not have a beam?"
"It is not the same because… You are not under that beam."
'Because you are not under that beam…
'I can't sleep in peace without you.'
