When Nan Yan woke up, it was already evening.
The room was not lit, casting a dim light.
Nan Yan blinked, about to sit up, when suddenly she noticed a beam of light by her bedside.
It was Qin Lu, sending messages on his phone.
Afraid that using voice messages might disturb her, he was texting.
The white light from the screen shone on his face, and from Nan Yan's perspective, it felt strangely eerie.
His pallid complexion, cold and aloof expression, and the deep, still black eyes.
He didn't look like an ordinary person, more like the ruler of the underworld, Lucifer!
Nan Yan watched him like this for a few minutes.
He kept typing non-stop, occasionally pausing, probably waiting for a reply.
Surprisingly, he hadn't noticed that she was awake.
After watching for a while, Nan Yan got bored and lazily asked, "Big brother, what time is it?"
