The night deepened, Qin Ruomeng had already fallen into a deep sleep in the villa, while Yan Feishuang was still filled with melancholy, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. At that moment, Ye Tianfan's figure appeared gracefully.
"There are many vacant rooms in the villa, why don't you go inside to sleep?" Ye Tianfan's voice sounded beside Yan Feishuang, who was reclining on the roof tiles, her long hair freely drifting in the night wind. Under the vast starry sky and this hazy night scene, she exuded a charm that stirred imagination, making a gentle expression flash in Ye Tianfan's eyes.
"I've gotten used to the days of licking blood from a blade's edge; somehow I feel safer here than in a room. At least when danger arises, I can escape immediately." Yan Feishuang smiled bitterly and helplessly.
