The man chuckled softly when she teased him; he seldom laughed, but when he did, his visage was like spring winds thawing the snow.
It was as if a mountain of ice that hadn't melted for a thousand years encountered a warm breeze for a fleeting moment, and the ice and snow turned into fine powder, scattering with the wind between the heavens and the earth.
Regrettably, Lu Xiaoyou was unable to witness Long Xiliang's smiling face at that moment.
He bowed his head and continued to wipe Lu Xiaoyou's hair.
This seemed to be the deepest sleep Lu Xiaoyou had ever been in. Long Xiliang tucked her in and lay down beside her on the narrow single bed.
He held Lu Xiaoyou, intending to nap for an hour.
It had been a long time since he had slept holding her. The man closed his eyes, his handsome and resolute face also softening a bit.
Lu Xiaoyou slept hazily. She tried to turn over and suddenly felt her head was against a wall.
She wanted to stretch her limbs, and that jolted her awake.
