The sky was dark and gloomy, and she could only vaguely make out a curled-up shadow.
Summoning her courage, she moved closer for a look, Liang Yuening?
She stared wide-eyed, then crouched down, "Yue Ning, wake up?" She pushed his shoulder, why was he sleeping here? His body was so cold, how long had he been out here?
But Liang Yuening did not wake up, murmuring irritably and waving his hand as if swatting away flies. Had she not dodged swiftly, she might have been slapped by his hand.
The dawn began to break, and with this light, she could see his face clearly. He looked so obedient when he slept, unlike his usual fierce demeanor, or the villainous face he often had, instead he seemed somewhat childish and docile.
"Wake up?"
She pushed him again, but he continued to sleep soundly.
At a loss, she finally took advantage of her strength, carried him back to the house, and laid him on her own bed; after which, she dashed out to take care of her pressing personal needs.
