Gently pushing open the study door, she found him sitting at the desk, operating the computer. The glow of the screen cast a slightly cool light on his face.
The door creaked.
He looked up and saw her standing at the door in loose pajamas, staring at him, lost in thought.
He immediately stubbed out the cigarette, closed the webpage, and put away the photos.
"Come over here," he said softly, and Qiao Mo then walked in.
"Why are you still awake?" Qiao Mo had just woken up, her voice still a bit hoarse.
"Can't sleep."
He pulled her onto his lap, holding her steady.
"Are you thinking about what happened during the day?" Qiao Mo's small hand rested on his cheek, feeling a bit cold, not knowing how long he had been sitting there.
"Yeah."
Qiao Mo hugged his neck with some distress: "Your eyes are red."
He smiled slightly and pecked her lips: "Had a nightmare again?"
"Yeah, I dreamt of drowning, like I was trapped somewhere and couldn't get out."
