Chapter 20 The man at the bedside

   It was not the first time that Su Nanzhi saw him.

  After her 18th birthday, this was the third time she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man beside her bed.

   For the first time, she thought she was dreaming, dreaming of a man with beautiful silver hair, but strangely, she only remembered how good he looked, but not what he looked like.

   He seemed to turn his head to look at her, but he didn't.

The second time was two nights before he came to Beijing. He appeared again. After confirming that it was not a dream, Su Nanzhi wanted to touch the beautiful silver hair, but she reached out and felt lonely. God, he's gone again.

  This is the third time tonight, and Su Nanzhi didn't touch it for the first time.

   She looked at the silver-haired back, and suddenly said: "In ancient times, when you entered a girl's boudoir at night, you had to promise yourself."

   The back figure seemed to pause for a moment.

  Su Nanzhi suddenly had a bold idea: "Are you my husband in a previous life?"

Once the    chatter started, it seemed like it couldn’t stop.

   "If it's you, will you nod your head?"

   The back did not respond.

   "I've been reincarnated, why are you still a ghost?"

   "Look, you are not reincarnated, we have no chance to continue the front line."

   The figure swayed.

  Su Nanzhi was tickled by the silver hair and stretched it out reluctantly. When she touched the entity, she was stunned.

  “!”

   "Your hair is so beautiful," Su Nanzhi contentedly wrapped a strand of silver hair around her index finger, "I like it very much."

   The figure swayed again, as if recalling something.

Behind   , Su Nanzhi leaned in quietly, with a hint of regret in her tone, "Why didn't you reincarnate earlier? Even if you reincarnate now, we won't be able to be together."

   "No way, I'll wait for you eighteen or nine years later, will the old cow eat the tender grass again?"

  I don't know if he was angry or not, but the moment Sunanzhi approached, he suddenly disappeared again.

  Su Nanzhi was playing with other people's hair a second ago: "…"

   She looked at the empty hand, recalled the feeling of the silver hair just now, slowly raised her lips, tutted, and then lay back again.

   I didn't sleep well in the second half of the night.

  Su Nanzhi had a dream in which he dreamed that he was a flower-picking thief in his previous life, who hooked up with a young man from a noble family with beautiful silver hair, and then abandoned him.

   The tears that the boy in the dream shed for her was heartbreaking.

  Su Nanzhi, who woke up the next day, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, she was really stunned.

  Dream is the opposite of reality.

   I can't tell all lies.

   After all, Su Nanzhi knows what kind of person she is.

  If she had that beautiful silver-haired boy, she would never let him shed a tear for herself.

  The cold white rose is so abstinent that it makes people think badly.

   The red roses of desire bloom in the flowers, and they entangle all night for this.

   There was a knock at the door. It was a servant hired by the Su family, "Miss San, are you awake?"

"woke up."

   When Su Nanzhi went downstairs, the table full of people looked at her.

   Mrs. Su was the first to straighten her face, "Having the whole family wait for you to get up, is this your upbringing?"

   She thought she would hear the disobedient granddaughter apologise with a little panic and guilt.

   But no.

   "Didn't you already start eating?" The girl's puzzled voice sounded, and her eyes swept across the dining table they had already started.

   (end of this chapter)