Standing on the chair, his stature wasn't tall, and even with all his strength, his actions were clumsy, making Ruan Jiaojiao, who was sleeping, very uncomfortable. She opened her eyes in a daze.
In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, her sleep was especially deep and confusing. She couldn't make out the person in front of her, only seeing a blurry figure swaying before her.
For a moment, Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't figure out where she was or what time it was. She just hazily watched the busy little figure in front of her, and thought back to many years ago when she would see that same vague yet familiar figure every time she was half asleep.
That figure would often move around in front of her cave, as though checking on something or guarding something…
Ruan Jiaojiao didn't know, but what was strange was that every time she saw that figure, she didn't feel fear but instead felt at ease… just like now.