Evening, nightfall.
Xiaolin brought food to An Ran at the door. Lou Hezhan stood behind her, "I'll take it."
Xiaolin hurriedly handed the plate to Lou Hezhan.
She didn't know what had happened between Lou Hezhan and An Ran, but she knew her duty. Besides, she had a fear of Lou Hezhan that ran bone-deep.
Lou Hezhan hadn't done anything to her, but she was just afraid of him.
The door was gently pushed open, his tall figure overshadowing every corner of the room. She lay on the bed, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
But when he opened the door, under the bright light in the room, he saw her eyelashes flutter slightly.
Clearly, she was awake.
Seeing him through the slits of her eyes, she simply shut them, unwilling to see him.
Lou Hezhan felt uneasy, walked over, placed the meal on the cabinet beside the bed, and watched her pretend to sleep, sighing helplessly.
"Get up, it's time to eat."
An Ran didn't move, continuing to feign sleep.
