Qin Ling didn't originally live here; he had his own place.
But recently, in order to better care for and accompany Tang Mo, he had been staying in her tent.
And now that Tang Mo was awake, he was supposed to go back to his own place.
But Qin Ling dawdled, one moment wanting to play with Zhima, the next with Yangyang, then wanting to check on the shrunken Jingjing, annoying the three little guys to no end.
It wasn't until the sky had gone completely dark that Qin Ling slipped into Tang Mo's tent.
Actually, everyone had noticed Qin Ling's little antics throughout the day. No one thought anything of it; they just found it amusing.
In everyone's eyes, Qin Ling and Momo were an inseparable pair. Besides, Qin Ling had been the one helping Momo wash up recently, so any notion of propriety between men and women had long since vanished between them.
Momo's recovery was inextricably linked to Qin Ling's absolute trust and selfless devotion. The two of them had long since become one.
