Nan Song raised his eyes slightly and stood by the window looking at the boundless night outside, feeling confused in his heart.

She doesn't know either.

Emotional matters are always like this. You can see others' things clearly, but when it's your turn, you'll be in a mess.

*

At night, Yu Jinwen did not sleep peacefully.

To be precise, he hadn't had a peaceful night's sleep in a long time.

I've been feeling restless lately. Holding Nan Song's hairpin and stroking the texture on it, it always seemed like I could vaguely drift to another time and space.

It was as if Jia Baoyu had dreamed of entering the illusory realm of Taixu.

The situation he dreamed about was completely different from Baoyu's. In his dream, he saw two figures nestling on the steps of Yunmeng Zhengwei.

"Little Song."

He called her softly, and Nan Song turned around. He walked towards her with a smile, thinking that she was leaning on him.

However, the person sitting next to her suddenly turned his head. He was stunned and stopped on the ground.

What I saw was another face.

It’s Yan Yuan!

Yu Jinwen woke up suddenly, breathing heavily, his forehead and back covered with cold sweat.

He still held the hairpin in his hand, and the sweat on his palm seeped into the texture.

He put his hand on his forehead and was in a daze for a long time before he could come back to his senses.

Rolling off the bed, Yu Jinwen took a cigarette and leaned on the balcony to smoke it. The thin rising smoke hid the color in his eyes.

The lights in room No. 88 next door are not turned on, and the person has not returned yet.

Yan Yuan goes to interrogate Qiao Leng, will he find anything?

Similarly, Nan Song in Birmingham was tossing and turning and had difficulty falling asleep.

She was holding her cell phone, waiting for an email.

Yan Yuan doesn't use WeChat and doesn't like to make phone calls. He likes to send emails to notify him of anything.

He promised her that he would notify her as soon as possible if there was any movement from Qiao Leng.

She is very nervous.

He was nervous about whether Yan Yuan could pry something out of Qiao Leng's mouth, and also nervous about whether her parents were really still alive.

My heart was beating up and down, and I needed to calm down urgently.

Nan Song folded his shawl and stood up from the bed. He smoked a thin cigarette from the cigarette case in the drawer and lit it. He placed it on his fingertips and burned it slowly. He occasionally took a puff to soothe his restless heart.

She had forgotten when she learned to smoke.

It seems that during the period after her parents' car accident, while she was investigating the truth about their "death", she had to support the huge family business. At that time, the burden on her shoulders was so heavy that she could not breathe.

After all, she is still an ordinary person, far less powerful than others think.

Strength is only for others to see. Only you know how fragile and lonely you are.

Like most girls in the world, she longs for family, friendship, and love. In fact, what she longs for most is companionship.

She doesn't like this, it seems like she is the only one left in the whole world, and her soul has nowhere to rest.

I stood by the window for a long time until the cigarette was completely burned out and turned into ashes.

The lights suddenly turned on, and Yu Jinwen suddenly raised his head.

The cell phone rang, and Nan Song suddenly turned his head.

Yu Jinwen walked out of the room.

Nan Song picked up her phone, opened her mailbox, and saw the short line of text that popped up on it. She was shocked and rushed out of the room.
Chapter completed!