C211 Your highness is too considerate

That night, Morong Gan slept in Bai Qianfan's previous room, which was separated from his by a patio. The window faced the window, and they looked at each other from afar.

He used to stand by his window and watch the tiny head shake and sway under the opposite window. Now that they had changed places and he was standing here looking at them, there was only a dim light in the room