When Song Yansheng entered the room, it wasn't completely dark; a bedside lamp was on.
Song Yansheng knew that Shi Nuan was a little afraid of the dark. He wasn't sure if she had always been that way or if it was due to some event later on.
Under the dim light, he could see a small mound on the bed, motionless.
The person on the bed seemed to be already asleep.
He took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and walked over, his steps much lighter than before.
Partly because he was nervous, and partly because he was afraid of waking the person in slumber.
Soon, he reached the bedside. The girl on the bed slept at the edge, taking up very little space, leaving most of the bed for him.
Her hair, like seaweed, spread across the white pillow, with one fair arm exposed, gently tugging at the quilt's edge.
Her small body was curled up, a very insecure sleeping posture.
Song Yansheng stood there, his naturally dark eyes gradually infused with layers of tenderness.
