From the way she's dressed, she stayed by my bedside the whole night?
Su Zhinian's heart trembled violently, and he could feel it slow down in its beating rhythm.
She must be worn out. The dark circles under her eyes are heavy, and her lips are slightly white, probably from the lack of a proper rest.
Guilt weighed down heavily on Su Zhinian's heart. This man who had ridiculous obsession with cleanliness reached out to clean the dried mud out of her hair.
Regardless of her intention, even if it was simply because she couldn't allow a fellow human being to die before her, an incomparable warmth swept through his entire body.
Ever since he met her when he was eight and later found her ten years later, he had been like her shadow, accompanying her tirelessly from the dark.
