It was deep in the night.
The small mountain village was quiet and peaceful.
Su Liang was still reading late at night, waiting for Ning Jing to return.
It wasn't that she was worried about Ning Jing's safety; she was actually more concerned about her own. After all, she had been kidnapped when Ning Jing wasn't home before.
As for Yan Shiba, Su Liang had added a bit of calming ingredient to the medicine he drank after dinner, so he had fallen asleep long ago.
Finally, she heard some noise from next door. Su Liang yawned, closed her book, and went outside.
As soon as Ning Jing lit the lamp, Su Liang's voice sounded at the door, "I thought you would have a long talk with your good brother all night!"
"There's nothing to talk about." Ning Jing's expression was indifferent. "He's mentally ill."
Su Liang was quite surprised, "Did you have a fight?"
