He closed his eyes and his long eyelashes drooped over his eyelids.
Quiet and sensible.
Fan Yu walked forward and he was already asleep.
Probably because he had been on the plane for a whole day, the expression on his small face was a little tired. He did not move even when he fell asleep.
For some reason, Fan Yu's heart suddenly tightened.
Looking at the small face in front of him, he felt an indescribable heartache.
He reached out and gently touched his forehead, helping him to push away the bangs on his forehead.
After covering himself with the blanket, he dimmed the lights.
He originally wanted to sleep, but when he really lay on the bed, he kept feeling that something was wrong. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
In the end, he sat up from the bed and looked sideways at the little guy beside him.
