But Qin Yi was acting very strangely tonight.
"Get some rest, I...I'll come see you again tomorrow."
"Can you please not come?" said Yuexin, who was migrating south.
Seeing Qin Yi get up and walk towards the door, he suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly and said, "Don't put the knife under your pillow, it's dangerous."
After saying that, he finally left.
Nanqianyue drew his short knife, staring at the sharp blade, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
This was discovered; just like in the TV series.
The next day, just as Nanqian Yue finished washing up, Alan arrived.
"Miss Nan, may I come in?" Alan's figure loomed outside the tent.
Nanqianyue hesitated for two seconds, then called the person in, "Come in."
Alan walked up to Nan Qianyue with a bright smile. "Miss Nan, let me comb your hair."
I... I can't keep bothering people like this.
"Then I'll trouble you." Nan Qianyue nodded with a smile.
“This is no trouble at all; it is my good fortune.”
Through the mirror, Nanqian Yue could see Alan's expression. "Alan, have you gone to see your grandfather?"
Upon hearing this, Alan paused slightly while combing her hair, but quickly resumed her normal actions.
She sighed, “Alas, my grandfather wouldn’t let me go into that tent, afraid that I would get infected with the plague again. He said that if I still recognized him, I had to listen to him.”
“Oh—” Nan Qianyue nodded in understanding, but her doubts only grew stronger.
Brother Bai and the military doctor make several trips to the centralized clinic area every day, and now they've added the villagers' tents as well.
Aren't they afraid of getting infected? Of course not, they are doctors with compassion.
As for Alan, she doesn't seem to care much about her grandfather. If her grandfather doesn't let her visit him, she really won't go.
Anyway, the southward migration month is impossible.
“Alan,” Nan Qianyue said slowly, looking at Alan in the mirror with an inscrutable smile, “I feel like you care about me more than your grandfather.”
Alan's hand, which was combing her hair, stopped completely.
I thought she would make up an excuse, but she didn't.
She suddenly laughed, the kind of laugh a clever person would have when caught red-handed but remained calm.
Nanqianyue felt a chill run down her spine; she suddenly regretted speaking out of turn.
Will they be silenced instantly?
Alan silently put down the comb, and calmly took out a small piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to Nan Qianyue under her frightened gaze.
She said, "Miss Nan, why don't you take a look at what's written here first?"
Nanqianyue pursed her lips, took the paper, and slowly unfolded it to read:
Hermès Himalaya Kelly 28.
Southward Migration Month: ? ? ? !!! !
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