Su Weifeng suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Lin Xuanxuan had followed him early in the morning, running this far, and had barely rested upon arriving, only to fall asleep from exhaustion.
Lin Xuanxuan's head slipped a bit, and her body tilted into Su Weifeng's embrace.
Su Weifeng gently cradled her head, then let it rest on his leg, to allow her a more comfortable sleep.
Looking down at Lin Xuanxuan's face from above, Su Weifeng felt an inexplicable sense of peace wash over him, and his entire being relaxed in a way he couldn't describe.
Although Su Weifeng appeared relaxed after returning to the city, in reality, his nerves had been tightly wound for years. Even when he got home, that tension never fully eased.
But in this moment, he truly felt completely relaxed, all thoughts of life and death fleeting from his mind, enveloped by tranquility.
