Ever since Qiao Yi had died, he had hardly closed his eyes for days.
His eyes, which had once been clear and distinct, now bore red veins, and he had noticeably lost weight.
If he kept this up, Ye Xingbei truly worried he wouldn't last.
She lay down for a while, and once she confirmed that Gu Junzhu had indeed fallen asleep, she too drifted off into a light sleep.
These days had not been easy for her either.
On one hand, she mourned the death of Qiao Yi, on the other, she had to care for Gu Junzhu's physical and emotional well-being and still find the energy to help Qiao Zui and the butler manage Qiao Yi's funeral.
She was exhausted.
Both emotionally and physically.
Once she had confirmed that Gu Junzhu was asleep, she also quickly fell asleep.
But with troubles lingering in her mind these days, her sleep was never deep; caught between half-dream and half-awake, she suddenly felt something was amiss and she abruptly opened her eyes and woke up with a start.
