He suddenly lowered his head and quietly asked her, "Do you still know who I am now?"
Even Bo Yan didn't realize that as he asked this question, his voice lost its usual steadiness and seemed to be faintly expectant.
Xia Siyu didn't reply. After a little while, all he heard was her slow, steady breathing.
She had fallen asleep.
Bo Yan chuckled softly, relaxed a bit, regulated his breathing, gently withdrew his hand, and pulled back the blanket beside her to cover her.
Then he got up on tiptoe, and before leaving, he took a special glance back at the room. Xia Siyu was sprawled out in a comfortable sleep.
That was fine—her nature to come and go quickly meant she didn't dwell on worries. If she faced storms he had caused, he would settle them for her.
After closing the door, Bo Yan walked to the water cooler, took a cup, and was about to fill it. Then, thinking of something, he turned to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice water, and twisted off the cap.
