"good afternoon."
Jie Zhouyan's breath passed by in front of him, like a melting snowflake, bringing with it a slight chill, a unique breath with a sense of presence.
He went out to talk with the housekeeper, then quietly closed the door and drew the curtains to block out the light, plunging the room into a reassuring darkness.
Yuan Yuxue was still a little confused.
His hearing was very good, but perhaps because the people outside the door deliberately lowered their voices and talked in a very low voice, there seemed to be something blocking them. If Yuan Yuxue didn't deliberately eavesdrop, he wouldn't know what they were talking about.
Yuan Yuxue doesn't have such a strong desire to pry, and usually doesn't eavesdrop on other people's conversations in an impolite manner.
He knew of the presence of Jie Zhouyan and the housekeeper, but was not disturbed.
This volume is not annoying, but rather suitable as background music like white noise, making people fall into a drowsy state.
Yuan Yuxue was an exception. He didn't need sleep, and closing his eyes was just imitating human hibernation, which didn't help him replenish his energy - the only way to replenish energy was to replenish energy. But Yuan Yuxue thought of what Jie Zhouyan had said to him, and he still leaned on the soft goose down pillow and closed his eyes.
His will was clear, and this action came from Yuan Yuxue's imitation of human sleep.
At this time, Yuan Yuxue felt a strange, special, and particularly present breath standing beside her. "It" lightly touched the corner of the quilt and rolled it up more tightly. Then it just stood there, doing nothing, like a giant dragon silently guarding a treasure - even though it was very dangerous, at this moment, it was unexpectedly reassuring to Yuan Yuxue.
Yuan Yuxue did not open his eyes, he just thought vaguely - this was Jie Zhouyan's breath.
But Jie Zhouyan was standing outside the door, still talking in a low voice with the housekeeper.
This seemed like an absurd fantasy that could not possibly happen in reality. Jie Zhouyan was outside, so how could he be next to him? But Yuan Yuxue did not find it strange at all. She simply accepted this strangeness as if it was a matter of course. She did not even open her eyes to see what was around her out of curiosity.
The dark and dense eyelashes drooped quietly. His clear will gradually became blurred, and the not-so-obvious conversations in his ears seemed to gradually subside. His consciousness sank into a sweet dream. This experience was very strange and novel to Yuan Yuxue.
He has a sleep mode that is activated to save energy. He will be placed in a small and cramped "cocoon", sealed up, and fall into a seemingly eternal, endless darkness.
Yuan Yuxue couldn’t say that she hated it, but she also didn’t like falling into this pattern.
It represents loss of control, danger, destruction, and most likely, eternal extinction.
But the feeling of sleeping is very strange. It doesn’t seem so dangerous. It’s like floating in soft clouds. There are many unreasonable and magnificent plots.
When Yuan Yuxue woke up, he had forgotten what "dream" he had had. He only remembered that he seemed to have dreamed of Jie Zhouyan.
Then, Yuan Yuxue hesitated for a moment.