"Su Xiaozhi?" A hand landed softly on Su Nanzhi's head, gently brushing her face. "Woke up?"
Su Nanzhi crawled up from the sofa. Outside, the lively noise could still be heard, as if Jiang Beiyu had sneaked in for a quick break.
Su Nanzhi sat up, looking thoughtful: "I dreamed of my master."
"Master?" Jiang Beiyu was a bit surprised; he had never heard of Su Nanzhi having a master, so he asked, "Male or female?"
"Male."
Jiang Beiyu suddenly became alert, but seeing Su Nanzhi's serious little face, he suddenly felt perhaps things might develop differently, "Did you dream your master wasn't happy? Did something happen to him?"
"No," Su Nanzhi shook her head and said, "He looked particularly happy."
Jiang Beiyu showed his confusion at the right moment: "He's happy, but why are you frowning?"
Su Nanzhi scratched her neatly groomed long hair, her pretty face wrinkled: "You don't get it; every time he's happy, it's when I'm unlucky."
Ah, this.
Words of silent suffering.
