He was like that, unhesitatingly feeling out the last remnants of warmth with an all-or-nothing attitude.
Li Qingshen just quietly watched her shallow figure reflected in the glass, slowly becoming too weary to stay awake, then gently leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.
...
Ling Momo played the piano while sneakily glancing at Li Qingshen; her fingers were tired, yet she dared not stop.
When she saw that Li Qingshen had fallen asleep, her pace slowed down, seizing the opportunity to rest her fingers, yet she dared not completely stop playing.
Inside, Ling Momo silently counted, growing increasingly annoyed as she counted. She couldn't help cursing Li Qingshen thoroughly in her mind once again, and then, catching sight of his sleeping face, she blinked and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
She ceased the piano noise, found that Li Qingshen didn't react, then stood up and tiptoed out of the music room.
