Rong Ling and the others felt a repulsion towards her, which he had expected. As long as he protected her, they wouldn't dare to act rashly.
He leaned in slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to caress her somewhat cold cheek. "But my lady," he murmured, "with me shielding you like this, would you stab me in the back when I'm not looking?"
Wei Anning did not sleep peacefully; she felt two burning gazes fixed on her the whole time. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but she just couldn't.
Overcome with drowsiness, she fell into a deep, dark sweetness of slumber. In her murky consciousness, she seemed to hear the man's soft sigh. What was he sighing about, and why did it sound so heavy with troubles?
The next day, Wei Anning awoke to find herself lying on the pillow; she thought she had fallen asleep at the edge of the bed. Who had moved her to the pillow, could it have been Leng Youchen?
