"Let's go inside then!" Jiang Yang supported Nan Fei, seeing her complexion was indeed poor, he insisted she rest in bed and watched her close her eyes before he felt relieved.
Lying in bed, Nan Fei's mind filled with the words Bei Jiang had said before he left; she thought of one thing, then another, and the more she thought, the more it startled her. In the end, she decided not to think about anything; anyway, she was certain about one thing: Bei Jiang had been doing well in his previous life.
On missions, he encountered danger but always managed to turn the tide.
This guy was truly lucky—realizing this, Nan Fei drifted off to sleep.
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At this time, across at Maple Garden, Zuo Xinyao had returned at some unknown point, and Wei Qin hadn't left, sitting in the sunroom. The view here was excellent, and from the wicker chair, one could see into Jiang Yang's room.
