Ran Xiaoyu frowned slightly: "Are you afraid of losing money and not eating enough?"
"It's a small thing to suffer a loss," Nan Yan said seriously, "It's a big thing to lose confidence in people."
"..."
"Xiaoyu, I won't blind myself, doubt everyone around me, and look at everything around me pessimistically just because of a few bad guys."
"..."
"If that was the case, I would have died long ago."
Ran Xiaoyu was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that she had mentioned that her family had no one to look after her since she was a child, and everyone in the family bullied her.
However, her temperament did not become pessimistic and gloomy, but very positive.
She has a passion for anyone and anything.
Nan Yan said seriously: "Xiaoyu, I will not show mercy when I meet bad people."
"..."
"But I won't change my hope for the world just because of how bad people treat me."
"..."
"I believe there are more good things than bad things."
"..."
"I believe in—people."
"..."
Ran Xiaoyu looked into her bright eyes. Although it was dark now, there seemed to be sunshine in her eyes, not only warm, but also full of hope.
That kind of hope, even, is about to dispel the haze in her heart.
After a while, she snorted, looked away, and murmured: "It's just you, who still has such a good spirit."
Nan Yan knew that she was being stubborn, so she just laughed.
She covered her with the quilt, and when she heard Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and endured the pain, she asked worriedly, "What, is it still hurting? Do you want me to go get some medicine?"
"Who can I get the medicine at this late hour?"
"..."
"Don't worry about it, let's talk about it tomorrow. Maybe it won't hurt tomorrow."
"oh… "
Nanyan still took care of her carefully and didn't go to bed until very late.
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In the early morning of the next day, news came from the Yonghe Palace that Ran Xiaoyu was asked to stay in Yeting to recuperate from his injuries and not to be on duty.
Nanyan took care of her and ate breakfast, then went to the Hall of Martial Heroes.
Today, Zhu Feng is going to the morning court.
She obediently sat alone in the Hall of Martial Arts, a small world that belonged to her. She was thinking about Xiaoyu in her heart, and she couldn't go back casually, so she lay on the table and watched the light smoke rising from the incense burner.
I didn't sleep well last night because I took care of Xiaoyu.
At this time, I am a little sleepy.
She was dazed and closed her eyes.
In the chaos, she heard the sound of clattering, someone opened the bead curtain, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they had walked in front of her.
She raised her head in confusion, and looked at the tall figure in front of her with her unconscious eyes—
A hand reached out and squeezed her face hard.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly woke up.
Nan Yan opened her eyes wide and saw that there was no dream, the one standing in front of her was clearly Zhu Feng who had just returned from court.
She sat up straight in fright: "Your Majesty!"
Zhu Feng withdrew his hand and looked at her: "Are you so sleepy?"
"Slave—"
"Didn't sleep well last night?"
"… Um."
"Why didn't you sleep well?"
"..."
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, lowered her head and said nothing, but Zhu Feng looked at her like this, and his face darkened: "Did you go to take care of your beaten sister?"
"Huh?" Nan Yan was taken aback, then raised her head to look at him: "Your Majesty, do you know?"
Zhu Feng stopped, a little annoyed, stretched out his hand and twisted her face again: "So if I don't ask, you won't tell, right?"