Chi Huan guessed he hadn't really slept; in fact, when she woke up, he had fallen asleep for less than ten minutes and woke up again because he subconsciously felt the emptiness in his arms.
So, it was as if he hadn't slept at all.
He brought her back to bed, and Chi Huan did not struggle to get up or say anything about it; she obediently and meekly fell asleep in his embrace.
For one thing, she herself had indeed not slept for many hours, and more importantly... he looked so weary.
The bedroom was very quiet, and the light dimmed even further after drawing the curtains.
Soon, only the sound of breathing remained, even and tranquil.
...
The first to awaken again was Mo Shiqian.
The woman in his arms had a warm and soft feel, and a lingering scent at the tip of his nose that soothed and relaxed his nerves; yet, at the same time, it held an indescribable, dense, and needle-like prickling pain.
Not sharp enough to be unbearable, but persistent nonetheless.
