Jiang Beiyu halted his steps and returned to the bedside.
His face remained expressionless, but his mind was preoccupied with an entirely different matter: It was over, he might really be a little bewitched.
Jiang Beiyu sat back down on the chair beside the bed, staring at the unconscious face, scrutinizing it without any reservations.
From the eyebrows to the nose, and then to the lips… his gaze paused, then he averted his eyes.
There were countless beautiful women in the world, and Jiang Beiyu had not intended to fall in love to this day.
But once he had feelings, they were indeed something that could be both fatal and played with life on the line.
Jiang Beiyu thought he needed to clear his mind, so he sat there cooling off for several hours until eight o'clock the next morning when Su Nanzhi opened her eyes.
This time, she hadn't been unconscious for very long.
Waking up to see Jiang Beiyu propping up his face and sleeping, she thought she had encountered a ghost.
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