In the dark and quiet bedroom, Mu Sihan was looking at the ceiling without any expression.
The curtains had been drawn by the remote control. There was no trace of light in the room.
His eyes were opened and he listened to his own heavy breathing.
His mind was blank but his heart was in pain.
How could he stop it from hurting, from feeling?
He stared blankly at the ceiling for some time and only after a long time did he drift into the arms of slumber.
When he woke up, he felt a soft and warm body in his arms.
He subconsciously embraced the small body.
"Kitten." He called her habitually.
The small body snuggled into his arms and a child's voice sounded, "Daddy, you're holding me so tightly I can't breathe!"
His eyes shot open.
The curtains had been drawn apart slightly, and the gentle rays of white light shone in from the window, landing on him and the little fellow in his arms.
