weren't for the traces of sleep beside him, Lin Jinran wouldn't even feel like Fu Mo'han had come back. 。When she was bored, she would text Ji Yun Ting. Ji Yun Ting didn't know where he had gone, and...boredly staring at the man across from her. Nan Ci's long fingers held a gleaming knife and fork, his head bowed slightly, his bangs hiding his sharp eyes. You could faintly see the outline of his gla...