Chiang Xiao didn't sleep well that night, her vigilance was still very strong, so as soon as she heard a noise, she immediately rolled over and sat up.
"Kitten, it's me."
In the darkness, Meng Xinian's slightly hoarse voice emerged.
He had hurried over without even bringing a water bottle, drinking just a cup of water using the train conductor's cup on the train. After sitting on the train for a day and two nights, his throat was practically smoking.
Chiang Xiao was startled and immediately turned on the bedside lamp.
Meng Xinian had just closed the door and was walking toward her.
"Why have you come at this time?"
Meng Xinian walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and looked at her with a touch of grievance.
"You tell me why, huh?"
Chiang Xiao, still somewhat groggy from sleep, was momentarily confused. When she heard the rhetorical question, she froze.
