Lying on the bed with her eyes open for quite a while, probably around half an hour or so, Nan Yan finally sat up.
She pushed aside the blanket and got out of bed, putting on her shoes and then her coat before heading outside.
"Brother?"
Where is he? Could he be in another bedroom?
The living room was dimly lit.
Nan Yan, guided by the moonlight from outside, walked to the switch and turned on the light.
The sudden brightness startled the man who had been lost in thought by the window.
Qin Lu pinched out the cigarette between his fingers and turned to look at her. "Little one, you woke up so soon?"
"Yeah, I'm not sleepy anymore." Nan Yan walked over to him, glanced at the cigarette butts in the ashtray, and was a bit puzzled. "Brother, are you in a bad mood?"
"No..." Qin Lu softly denied, "Just a craving for cigarettes."
His gaze, today, seemed a bit darker than usual, his voice also huskier.