Chu Weixu knew that Ai Zhiyi was worried about him, making him unable to help but smile. Although Chu Weixu didn't say a word, judging by how he looked at Ai Zhiyi now, he seemed to promise himself with wisdom that he would lessen the number of cigarettes he consumed in the future.
Meanwhile, Ai Zhiyi stared at Chu Weixu with hope in his eyes. He believed that Chu Weixu had understood his words without hesitation, and he only needed to trust Chu Weixu to prove to him that what he believed now was true.
Pulling the blanket, Chu Weixu laid beside Ai Zhiyi, looking at him while gently caressing his face.
Gradually Ai Zhiyi began to feel sleepy. He didn't expect that the touch of Chu Weixu's hand would be able to cure his insomnia tonight. His eyelids slowly began to get heavy, and before his eyes were completely closed, he spoke, made Chu Weixu seem trapped in his own thoughts.
