Yuran listened and gradually slipped into a deep sleep.
Bo Yan waited for a while but heard no reply; looking down, he saw the girl sleeping sweetly in his arms and smiled gently.
He pulled her closer into his embrace and then turned off the light, hugging her as they both fell asleep.
...
The shooting of "Emperor Shun of Tang" was nearing its end, and when Yuran woke up the next day, Bo Yan was no longer by her side.
Was her alarm clock this good?
Could it have gone on strike by itself?
She reached for her phone next to the pillow, only to find that the alarms were all turned off. She didn't need to think twice to know who had done it.
On the bedside, there was a sticky note left by Bo Yan. As usual, breakfast was kept warm in the kitchen, reminding her to eat and also mentioning there was milk.
Today was somewhat special; there was an extra line added.
All the things she needed were on the dining table downstairs, "the things she needed?"
