The lights in the room went out.
Li Yinhang murmured at the curtain for half an hour, for fear that when she was half asleep, something would crawl from outside like a cat.
It wasn't until Nanji Xing started snoring beside her pillow that she fell asleep.
In the room, only Jiang Fang looked up at the ceiling soberly and silently, thinking about Shao Mingzhe.
Somehow, he felt familiar with his exposed eyes.
As for where he saw it, he could not remember clearly.
Such a situation is really rare.
Jiang Fang struggled with his own brain for a long time, until Nan Zhou, who was beside him, turned over and arched into his arms.
In the darkness, Nan Zhouwu's faint eyes were soaked in two pills of water, and he looked up at him, not knowing how long he had been awake.
Jiang Fang hugged the person effortlessly.
Nan Zhou: "I'm peeking at you."
To say "peeking" in such a grand manner is Nanzhou.
Jiang Fang laughed and looked down at him.
Nan Zhou: "What are you thinking about?"
At this time, it is too unpleasant to mention irrelevant people.
So Jiang Fang skillfully lied: "I'm thinking about how to take you out to play tomorrow."
Nan Zhou: "Do you want me to think with you?"
Jiang Fang: "No, I have already thought about it."
Nan Zhou asked: "After we go out, can we go out and play like this?"
Jiang Fang was silent.
He was familiar with this question.
He remembered that since he misunderstood [Answer] and said such hurtful words in that pvp, the two seldom talked about the future.
The two invariably try to forget the future.
Whether Jiang Fang can leave, and Nan Zhou, who was trapped by the game, can go there after Jiang Fang leaves, those are things that cannot be [answered].
With Jiang Fang's absolute rationality, he couldn't promise anything he couldn't do.
It's just that Jiang Fang's insomnia became longer and longer.
He looked at Nan Zhou's face on the pillow side, with his fingertips a few inches apart, he slowly stroked his lips, cheeks, eyebrows, and rehearsed, simulated, and practiced his feelings after being separated from him.
He hid that heart, and only dared to stare at the star that belonged to him for a long time at night.
Sometimes the South Pole would jump to the pillow and stare at them curiously.
Jiang Fang enjoyed this secret indulgence alone, resisting the scorching, exclusive madness deep in his blood.
And Nan Zhou mentioned the future again, which happened to be in the last instance they walked together.
As if somewhere, there was a hunch, and it was destined for a long time.
It was also such a night that Jiang Fang could not wait for Nanzhou where they had settled.
He searched for a few times, and finally found Nanzhou under the stained glass of the church.
With a huge clock hanging over his head, he looked lonely.
He stood silently in the black shadow of the stained glass, with his fingertips against the glass surface, wondering if he was looking outside or at his own shallow reflection on the glass.
Jiang Fang came up and held his hand: "Why are you here? Go back to sleep. Tomorrow we will officially deliver the letter to the manor."
In this copy with a Western fantasy color, they are divided into two groups.
A splendid church with a 14th century style castle across the bank.
The two buildings were about three miles apart, with a bottomless abyss in between, and a chain bridge crossed the abyss.
When stepping on it, the bridge body trembled, and the iron chain would make a taut and screeching sound.
In terms of its thrilling level, it is basically equivalent to the life of a senior patient with acrophobia like Jiang Fang.
The superintendent of the church is a pastor named Keith.
The owner of the castle is Duke Shelley.
The two are friends in the setting.
The task of the players is to act as the servants of the two masters according to the roles assigned by the system, cross the bridge every day, and pass tokens for the two characters.
… doesn't sound like a very difficult task.
Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were forcibly assigned as church clergy by the system.
This reassured Jiang Fang even more.
Although it is reasonable for the two of them to go to the castle alone, and the two of them to go to the church, it is a more appropriate double insurance, Jiang Fang is still vaguely reassured by such an assignment.
They had been together for so long that Jiang Fang almost forgot his illness.
But he heard Nan Zhou say to him, "I'm not going with you."
Nan Zhou's articulation has always been cold, so it is very clear, and there is absolutely no possibility of misunderstanding.
Jiang Fang felt that he did not hear it wrong, he just didn't understand it, so there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you still want to watch the moon here?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah. Let's see for a while."
Jiang Fang: "I'll accompany you."
The moonlight was parsed into pieces by the stained glass, and it had lost its original pure color. When it fell on Nanzhou, it was cut into mottled light and shadow.
Jiang Fang's mind was not on the moon, and gradually began to be dominated by Nan Zhou's sentence "I'm not leaving with you".
What does this mean, he thought
A little panic captured his heart.
When he looked at Nan Zhou, he found that Nan Zhou was also looking back at him.
Nan Zhou said, "...I mean, don't leave."
Jiang Fang's smile was no longer natural.
He gently misinterpreted Nan Zhou's meaning: "Want to watch it for one night?"
Nan Zhou's voice was clear and logical, and he refused to give him any extra hope: "After this dungeon is over, let's separate."