Han Jingnian's breathing gradually became long and even as he fell into a deep sleep, and only then did Xia Wan'an slightly lift her head to look at the man's face.
Warm yellow light shone on his face, like a beautifying filter added in a camera app, making his already impeccable features even more captivating.
He seemed to be having a pleasant dream. His lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, radiating a faint sense of happiness...
Xia Wan'an stared at Han Jingnian's sleeping visage, her gaze growing increasingly dazed. It was as if by magic, his whispered words from earlier echoed repeatedly in her ears.
"An'an, hug me, hug me..."
"An'an, I know this is a dream... you move, and you're gone... don't move..."
"An'an, I've been drifting for so long, when are you coming back... to bring my home back..."
"An'an..."
After an unknown amount of time, moisture welled up in Xia Wan'an's eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek, dropping into the nape of his neck.
