Mu Sheng moved a little and Li Hanchen opened his eyes. He looked down at Mu Sheng.
The room was so quiet in the middle of the night that they could only hear each other's breathing. Under the moonlight, they could see Mu Sheng's furrowed eyebrows. Li Hanchen placed his hand on Mu Sheng's back and patted it gently.
Mu Sheng felt as if she had returned to the time before she was five years old, when she was lying in her mother's arms. Her head hurt, and Mu Sheng kept moving into li Hanchen's arms, trying to get closer to the pleasant pine scent.
Li Hanchen's breath became unstable as she moved. His hand on Mu Sheng's waist suddenly tightened."Don't move."
Hearing li Hanchen's voice, Mu Sheng wrinkled her nose. Because she had been under the blanket for a long time, her voice was a little muffled and delicate."Mom?"
Li Hanchen did not answer, and Mu Sheng continued to call out softly, like a child who had not found his home, full of pity.
