Mo Yangyang rested at home for three days.
For the past three days, she ate well and slept well. There was nothing to worry about every day. She felt that she had not been so relaxed in a long time.
It was seven o'clock in the morning. Mo Yangyang was sleeping soundly in Xie Xize's arms.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and panted heavily.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. She looked at the ceiling above her head and slowly turned her head. Her gaze swept across the room inch by inch, and finally…Her eyes fell on Xie Xize's face. She was stunned for a moment before she gently exhaled the turbid air that was pressing down on her chest.
Mo Yangyang tiptoed out of Xie Xize's arms and opened the window. The bright sunlight shone in. Even in the cold wind of the winter morning, it made people feel a little warm.
Mo Yangyang took a deep breath, and the last bit of sleepiness disappeared completely.
