His lips couldn't hide a slight upward curve, and even his dark eyes were tinged with a soft light as he spoke with increasing gentleness, "Chuxia, wake up."
No matter how gently his hand patted Ling Chuxia's face, for Ling Chuxia, it was an annoyance she couldn't bear. She furrowed her brows, visibly irritated as she reached out to grab the hand on her face, her lips pouting slightly, complaining, "Are you annoying or what!"
Shi Che's hand was thus caught by Ling Chuxia's, her fingers gripping his hand tightly. Her hand was small, soft, and carried a warmth that seared straight into Shi Che's heart.
His dark eyes drooped as he stared blankly at their intertwined hands, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes and brows softened immeasurably, as if it was not his hand Ling Chuxia was holding, but his heart.
