Separated by the large bear in the middle, their feet touched each other, Jiang He listened to Xu Qing's gradually steady breathing, and suddenly turned her head to look out the window.
The moon in summer always seemed so clean and bright, with a faint light seeping through the edges of the frosted stickers on the window.
A year ago, she was in the storeroom, facing this completely unfamiliar era, full of confusion about the future.
She pulled her hand from Xu Qing's palm, groped in the darkness, placed it on Xu Qing's belly, and began to slowly wander.
...
Dawn.
When Xu Qing opened his eyes, he saw Jiang He sitting next to him, cross-legged, hands resting on her knees, her back straight as a rod, staring at him without blinking as if she was practicing some kind of bizarre cultivation technique.
"Hmm... How long have you been sitting there?"
Xu Qing casually grabbed the cellphone on the bedside table to check the time, and it was just eight o'clock.
"A little while."
