In the room, Yan Xiaye quietly opened her eyes.
Since her release from prison, she had been suffering from poor sleep. With the anxiety and fear of last night, it could be said that she had hardly slept at all.
The warmth of Li Yuntang's embrace, however, felt like the best kind of sleeping medicine, granting her a rare moment of leisure in this fleeting life, and she finally managed to get some good rest.
When Yan Xiaye woke up, the two of them were in an ascending elevator. She hadn't planned to continue pretending to be asleep, but she didn't know how to face him either, and on top of that, she was secretly clinging to the warmth of his body, which was why she kept drowsing off unwillingly.
As a result, overhearing the confrontation between the teacher and Younger Uncle was a complete accident.
That brief conversation had her mind in turmoil; now she was like an ostrich, burying herself in the blanket, seeking a moment of peace.
