Bo Yan's footsteps halted.
He actually knew that Xia Siyu's plea, "Don't leave," wasn't meant for him. She was clearly asleep, and she only let down her guard around him when she was either fast asleep or completely drunk.
Yet, knowing the words Xia Siyu murmured weren't meant for him, he still paused, moved by the trace of vulnerability in her voice.
Especially since he wanted to know who the subject of her sentence was. Who didn't she want to leave, a man or a woman? If it was a man, was he a relative or her lover?