"Qian Qian, I just knew you were watching Ye Feng leave, that's why you found an excuse to come out!" While Xia Qingqian was still dazed, a voice came from behind. Xia Qingqian hurriedly turned around and gave Beitang Huan a slight smile.
"Are you missing Brother Yao?" Beitang Huan asked tentatively. "You look like you've got something on your mind. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Beitang Huan knew that when someone has something weighing on their mind, the person they think of is always the one closest to them. Here, for Xia Qingqian, besides her, the closest person was only Beitang Yao.
Late at night, when everything was quiet, Xia Qingqian was awakened by the sound of insects chirping outside the window. She threw on a silk jacket and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the night scene by the light of the moon and the lamps outside.
