The flashlight that Ji Weitian had just been holding had now fallen into Qin Nanyu's hands.
He slowly stood up, turning his head to glance at the person sleeping on the bed.
Seeing her defenseless sleeping face, his gaze softened.
She was the most stubborn yet tender-hearted person he had ever met.
She would verbally claim she didn't care about his life or death, but whenever she saw him uncomfortable, she couldn't help but show her concern.
Qin Nanyu dimmed the flashlight, not rushing to take advantage of her vulnerability, but lightened his steps as he walked to the wardrobe and gently opened the door.
He really wanted to have a proper talk with her about something from five years ago.
But it seemed she wasn't ready; whenever he brought it up, she would become panic-stricken and quickly evade the topic.
Her expression was exactly like when he had picked up that box earlier.
Qin Nanyu surmised that the box was related to their past.
