Zheng Fan wasn't sure how he fell asleep, but honestly, he'd slept exceptionally well last night.
He'd been practicing martial arts lately, which felt similar to how ordinary people feel after running a marathon every day. Once a person expended all their energy, they could sleep like a log, with no worry about insomnia or nightmares at all.
However, just as he woke up and gathered his bearings, memories from the previous night began to surface in his mind.
He subconsciously turned to his side and found no one there.
Emptiness, regret, loss…
Huh?
After sitting up, Zheng Fan was startled to find Siniang lying on a pallet on the floor beside his bed.
She was dressed in a long nightgown, the kind a playful girlfriend might wear—like her boyfriend's oversized shirt. She resembled a daffodil that had drunk its fill of water.
Well… didn't she agree to sleep on the bed? But really, she just liked teasing men.
