Afterward, Tianxin felt like she might as well have had no memory at all, because when she opened her eyes, it was already the next day.
Yiran was leaning against the headboard, dressed in a pure white nightgown, with his long lashes slightly drooping as he read a book. Hearing her movement, he turned his head, smiled at her, then asked softly, "You're awake?"
"Mhmm..." Tianxin looked at him a bit confusedly and after a long while finally came to her senses and asked, "What time is it now?"
"It's already noon." Chen Yiran reached out to touch her head, then put the book he was holding onto the bedside table, smiling as he said, "If you keep sleeping like this, I'm afraid I'll have to pack you up with the blanket and take you to the airport."
