The following morning.
Mu Cidian woke up.
Xin Zaozao was still asleep.
She slept quietly.
She didn't thrash around, instead, she curled up, tucked against his chest.
He watched her just like this.
Watching her peaceful countenance.
In fact, he would recollect a lot of past events too.
For instance, the beautiful Xin Zaozao from the past, the one who would give him a sweet smile whenever she saw him.
Whenever he thought of that, his heart would ache a bit.
Whenever his heart ached, he would tell himself to stop getting close to Xin Zaozao, as he truly didn't deserve her.
But at this moment.
At this very moment, he was so close to her.
"If you're awake, start making breakfast," Xin Zaozao suddenly spoke.
She didn't open her eyes, as if any little noise could wake her up.
"Okay." Mu Cidian nodded.
He lifted up the quilt and left.
Xin Zaozao opened her eyes and watched Mu Cidian's retreating figure.
