Lu Bu'er understood her; it was normal to have trouble sleeping in a new and strange environment.
Especially since she was sharing a room with a boy.
Lu Bu'er was patient; he could wait.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Lu Sixian's breathing never did become even.
Lu Bu'er really couldn't take it anymore; if this went on, he would fall asleep himself.
Helplessly, he got up and suddenly noticed a glint of cold light from the bed opposite.
It was the reflection of a piece of glass.
Lu Sixian was actually still holding a shard of glass!
Lu Bu'er was silent for a moment; so this little girl was also on guard against him.
"What kind of experiences would make a sixteen-year-old girl hold onto a shard of glass even in her sleep? It's the fault of these times that can push a person this far," Lu Bu'er had no other option, he stood up with the memory chip and went outside to meditate.
This was also to prevent Lu Sixian from hurting him when he wasn't paying attention.
