Her thoughts scratched at his sleep.
Then he was awakened, and would...
Xia Weibao reeled in her thoughts; she couldn't think about it anymore, couldn't always be lost in the past.
Lu Hualiang had opened his eyes at some point, capturing the desolation on her face in his gaze.
That expression again, who was she longing for?
She was looking through him, at who?
Caught in the act, Xia Weibao felt somewhat panicked and tried to get up from the bed.
But Lu Hualiang stretched out his hand, pulling her back, holding her in his arms.
He suddenly grabbed her hand, placing it on his nose.
"Just now, did you want to do this?"
Xia Weibao nodded, then shook her head.
"Did I disturb you?"
Lu Hualiang did not answer her, instead intently staring into her eyes, "Are you treating me as a substitute for someone else?"
Such candid words laid bare the thoughts in Xia Weibao's heart, making her instinctively want to flee.
