"...Why are you still up this late? Why haven't you gone to bed?" Zhang Ziwen asked, feeling something different about An Yun in his heart now.
"...Isn't...isn't it because I've been waiting for you?" An Yun yawned.
"Waiting...waiting for me?" Zhang Ziwen was somewhat incredulous. Would she really wait for him until now?
"Nonsense, who else would I wait for? Am I just full and have nothing better to do?" An Yun retorted, rolling her eyes at him. She walked back to the couch with sluggish steps and snuggled up on it.
Zhang Ziwen walked over and sat on the couch next to her. Seeing her still drowsy and looking like she'd been lounging on the couch for a long time, he felt a pang of tenderness towards her. This was An Yun, Little Shu's blood sister.
Zhang Ziwen asked softly, "...Where are Little Shu and the others? Have they gone to bed?"
