Ju Nanyi took a long time to organize his thoughts, like piecing together a shattered porcelain vase, bit by bit. As long as one is meticulous and patient, it appears flawless.
When Ju Nanyi came back, he discovered that Zheng Nianru had already lain down on the rocks and fallen asleep. Her breathing was not steady and even stopped all movements suddenly at the sound of his footsteps.
Even if Ju Nanyi wanted to ignore the feigned sleeping breaths, even the trembling of her eyelashes, the poor acting couldn't fool a ghost.
The man carelessly tossed aside the few wild fruits he had carefully picked from a tree on the cliff's edge, as carelessly as he cherished them before.
Ju Nanyi went back out, uprooted a dead tree he had found earlier at the entrance of the cave, and dragged it back. This should suffice for the night.
