Shen Liangchuan slowly walked in front of her and looked down at her.
She must have been really tired to be sleeping so deeply. Her brow was tightly furrowed, it looked as if she had unsolvable problems even in her sleep.
When her silky black hair was spread on the sofa, it made her fair porcelain face look even fairer.
Her cherry red lips were half opened and her breathing was even. She looked… really cute.
Shen Liangchuan's gaze slowly became gentle.
He saw her hug herself with her arms, so he subconsciously walked to the side and grabbed a blanket. After he covered her with it, she relaxed her creased brow comfortably.
He couldn't resist her peaceful look and stuck his hand out to caress her face.
He was suddenly struck by a thought—if time was able to stop at that moment, how good would that be?
Or rather, if time had stopped at that moment eight years ago, how good would that have been?
