At night, the two of them embraced while sleeping, heads touching, bodies close. Meng Xiaofei had one hand under Li Yifei's neck, holding him, while the other hand rested on his waist. Li Yifei's posture was similar, but since his arms were longer, it seemed as if he was cradling the entire little girl in his embrace.
Neither of them was asleep, just quietly holding each other.
The fishing village was tranquil at night; there weren't many households in the small village, mostly fishermen who worked from sunrise to sunset. After a day's haul, the fishermen would have a little drink in the evening, perhaps sing a few songs in good spirits, and then it would become quiet in their homes again.
The window was open, with a gentle breeze blowing in, bringing a refreshing coolness. Meng Xiaofei enjoyed this feeling; ever since being rescued, the otherwise bold Meng Xiaofei often acted shy in front of Li Yifei, although at times she would revert to being as bold as before.
