He was momentarily stunned, seemingly yet to understand why Song Qinghuan would be sleeping in his home.
But he then quickly regained his senses, his gaze softened. He remembered everything, even the video. What was she trying to do by filming that video?
What now?
Thinking about this, Si Jianan stood up and, without disturbing Song Qinghuan, he fetched a thin blanket from the bedroom to cover her with.
After a hot shower, Si Jianan felt much more relaxed. The medicine he had taken and the sleep he had managed to get appeared to have worked excellently.
As he was drying his hair, he noticed the blanket that had covered Song Qinghuan had slipped off to one side. He hurried over, then carefully tucked her back in.
Song Qinghuan seemed a deep sleeper and very peaceful. It was as if she had thought of the solution to everything—compared to the other day, she seemed more vibrant.
That was the Song Qinghuan he knew, full of life like spring grass.
