Enson's body tensed up, and then he embraced her fiercely, holding on tightly.
He couldn't bear to let go, not even a little bit.
From their first encounter, he knew that with each time he faced her, he'd fall a bit deeper, losing more of himself for her.
Still, he watched himself sinking deeper, never once thinking of struggling against it.
If he could love her a little less, love himself a little more, he would selfishly keep her by his side.
Even if it meant using blindness to bind her.
But he loved her too much.
She was exhausted and curled compliantly in his arms, falling asleep quickly.
Sharing a bed like this might be the last time in his life.
Li Qingshen thought he shouldn't be too greedy; having her was already a grace bestowed by heaven.
.......
The night was so quiet.
Her breathing grew longer and steadier, and while he held her, sleep eluded him entirely.
