This time she wasn't as shocked and surprised, gently touching her forehead, and naturally, she wasn't as clueless as last time. She turned on the light, sat up, and glanced over, unintentionally noticing the mobile phone by his bedside.
She crawled over to look at the phone. With the experience from last time and the phone still there, Wen Yi guessed that he was probably still in the manor.
What was he doing?
Or rather, what could he do?
She stared at the ceiling for ten minutes and finally decided to get out of bed.
This time she dismissed the idea of going out, and though she had no concrete reason, her intuition told her that, like last time, he was still in this manor.
This mystery was absurd.
If she hadn't been sharing a bed with him for a while, she might have suspected that he was sleepwalking.
Following last night's route, she walked around the second floor. The deep night let her hear her own footsteps and heartbeat, and the cold wind blowing through the manor.
