Gu Yusheng closed his eyes, stretched his lips, and looked calm.
Qin Zhi'ai stared at the window sluggishly.
Neither of them were sleepy, and they were both immersed in their own thoughts. No one made any noise, nor did they move.
The atmosphere in the whole house was like a photo taken by a camera, fixed and stagnant.
After a long time, Qin Zhi'ai, who was looking outside of the window, fluttered her eyelashes, and the tears in her eyes fell silently on the pillow. She licked her lips and buried her face in the bedding, slowly closing her eyes.
The sunlight outside the window spread all over the ground, becoming more and more brilliant.
Qin Zhi'ai, who had buried herself in the quilt, didn't remove herself until Gu Yusheng's breaths became even and long. She was afraid of waking him up, so she turned her head gently to look at Gu Yusheng.
The man still had his back turned to her. He seemed to be very calm, like he was falling asleep.
