That night, Mo Xiuchen and Gu Kai chatted till dawn before returning home.
He thought that Wen Ran was asleep, but when he entered the bedroom, he saw her sitting on the sofa, staring blankly with a pillow in her arms.
"Ranran, why aren't you asleep yet?"
A flicker of heartache passed through Mo Xiuchen's eyes.
He strode to the sofa and bent down to hold her hand. It was deep autumn, and even the room's constant temperature couldn't ward off some chilliness.
She was wearing only thin pajamas, her hand cool against the warmth of his.
Meeting his gaze filled with compassion, Wen Ran gave a slight smile and said, "I was wondering when you'd be back. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, why did you go drinking?"
Leaning over, his breath sprayed across the tip of her nose, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
Mo Xiuchen picked her up from the sofa and headed for the bed, gently explaining, "I only had one drink with Ah Kai just now. I was too scared you'd scold me to drink more."
