A little past eleven, she lay on the edge of the bed, falling into a drowsy sleep, only feeling as if her body suddenly lifted, groggily realizing she was being carried, but not knowing where to.
Later, she wasn't sure on which bed she was placed, only that she slept very soundly.
In the quiet of the night, someone quietly went downstairs, lying on the living room sofa, holding a simple pillow, unwilling to close their eyes for a long time.
Early the next morning, the maid found someone lying on the sofa while cleaning, and although worried, they carefully cleaned around without waking him.
It was Feng Fanghua who, upon seeing her son sleeping on the sofa when she came downstairs, frowned and quietly asked the person wiping the stair railing beside her: "What's going on?"
"The young mistress is sleeping in the room!"
The maid whispered to Feng Fanghua.
"This silly boy, really..."
