Miao Ke'er put aside the myriad thoughts in her heart and slowly walked up to Xiao Qiang.
The saying goes, "A single day apart feels like three autumns." She truly missed Xiao Qiang so very much, everything about him.
"Xiao Qiang, I'm back, Xiao Qiang, I'm here, right by your side." She gently lifted Xiao Qiang's head and let it rest in her embrace.
Her hand firmly grasped his, and his did the same. At that moment, words were not needed. Holding Miao Ke'er's hand, Xiao Qiang suddenly became calm.
Miao Ke'er flashed a gentle smile and then said, "Sleep, sleep, you are too tired; you need to rest well." Her voice was like a lullaby.
In the past few days, Xu Zhen'er had also taken meticulous care of him, but Xiao Qiang's face had never relaxed; now, under Miao Keran's gentle murmuring, Xiao Qiang's brows slowly smoothed.
The setting sun dipped below the horizon, and moonlight stealthily climbed into the sky, heralding the arrival of yet another night.
