The topic of whether Luo Chuan was a good person was temporarily put to rest. There really was not much to say about it in the first place; Yao Ziyan simply kept calling him a good person, and Luo Chuan felt it was necessary to explain himself.
It was already quite late.
The night was deep, and everything beneath its shroud could only be seen in vague outlines. The lights of Jiuyao City seemed brighter than they had been in recent days, perhaps because they had been washed clean by the rain.
At some unknown point, the dark clouds in the night sky had quietly dispersed somewhat, revealing half a bright moon and a sky full of stars.
Tomorrow would probably be fine weather. The sky, gloomy for so long, was finally about to clear.
Luo Chuan looked up at the heavens and thought to himself.
He stretched, took several deep breaths of the slightly chilly late-night air, then turned and returned to Origin Mall, closing the shop door and shutting the dusk outside.
"So sleepy. Time for bed."
Luo Chuan yawned. He seemed to have done quite a lot today, and it was getting late; wave after wave of drowsiness washed over him.
Yao Ziyan, who was curled up on the sofa watching Magic Phone, thought for a moment, pursed her lips, then got off the sofa and followed Luo Chuan upstairs.
Luo Chuan did not think much of it.
Yao Ziyan usually went upstairs to sleep much later than he did. Perhaps she was a little tired today and wanted to rest early.
But when Luo Chuan reached the door to his room, he sensed that something was off. He glanced at Yao Ziyan beside him. She looked back at him as well, then quickly turned her head