Su Nanzhi had seen him before.
After her 18th birthday, this was the third time she awoke in the middle of the night to find a man by her bed.
The first time she thought she was dreaming, dreaming of a man with a beautiful head of silver hair, but strangely, she could only remember that he was handsome without recalling his appearance.
It seemed as though he had turned his head to look at her, and yet perhaps he had not.
The second time was two nights before moving to Beijing, when he appeared again. After confirming it wasn't a dream, Su Nanzhi wanted to touch that beautiful silver hair. But when she reached out, she touched nothing, and by the time she came to her senses, he had disappeared again.
Tonight was the third time, and Su Nanzhi did not immediately reach out to touch.
She looked at the silver hair's silhouette and suddenly said, "In ancient times, sneaking into a girl's boudoir at night like this, you would have to marry her."
