"Okay."
The steps taken seemed to become lighter.
Not long after Feng Liyan left, the drowsy man in white suddenly woke up for some reason.
Realizing he was holding something in his arms, he suddenly remembered that it was something Feng Liyan asked him to keep.
He used his uninjured hand to take out the item from his arms.
A fan?
A folding fan full of ancient charm.
Just like the folding fans played with by ancient royal nobility in TV dramas.
Only, the craftsmanship and material were clearly not something available on the market.
He didn't know much about fans, but the one Feng Liyan asked him to keep was obviously custom-made at great expense by craftsmen.
Lacking energy, he didn't open the fan to examine it closely. After a glance to confirm what Feng Liyan had entrusted him with, he hugged the fan back into his arms and continued to sleep.
Wen Xiao'ai, half-asleep, heard someone calling him, and instinctively called out Jun Moyan's name without even opening his eyes.
