Early the next day, Long Lingli woke up just before dawn. In truth, he hadn't slept all night, keeping Shen Yujie company. After she fell asleep, he maintained his vigil by her side, watching her slumber.
She lay on her side, clutching the quilt with both hands, her languid long hair covering much of her adorable little face. Her sleep was restless, as if she were dreaming, her breathing uneven, and tears flowed from the corner of her eyes.
Long Lingli reached out and gently pushed her long hair aside, lowered his head, and softly kissed her cheek, then slowly kissed away her tears.
What did she dream about? Why was she so sad?
He felt a pang in his heart, reaching out to tightly pull her into his arms.
At this moment, his heart was filled with guilt and anxiety. Babe, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. You're right, I'm just a selfish man, I brought harm upon you.
He held her like this until the morning light.
In the morning, Shen Bingqing was busy in the kitchen...
