She didn't know why she slept so much during the day, but she always felt that someone had appeared while she was asleep. It wasn't the stranger Lao Wangye had mentioned.,By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,Blood-red eyes gazed at those wicked ones, Yun An'an slowly stretched out her jade hand and gently stroked Bei Chen Lin's cheek.。