The next day, Wei Anning woke up, with a warm, comforting human presence behind her, like a big, cozy plaster. On this early spring morning, when warmth and chill interplay, she felt so lazy, she didn't want to get out of bed.
Wei Anning turned around, playfully pinched his nose, and the man lifted his eyelids, pulling her into his embrace, "What's wrong, can't sleep?"
"Hmm, keep me company and talk to me."
Leng Youchen lifted his eyelids to glance at her, then sat up, holding her, half leaning against the headboard, his voice hoarse, "What do you want to talk about?"
"How did you find the evidence that Aunt Windsor was killed by Daisy?" This setup was nearly perfect, the evidence left at the crime scene all pointed to her, though they had pinpointed Daisy as a suspect, but Daisy wouldn't just sit idly by.
