"Go to sleep."
Zhao Zhan rested his chin on the top of her head, his eyes looking into the distance.
Zhao Zhan waited until the person in his arms was breathing slowly before he gently pulled his arm out from under her head. Then, he tucked her in and kissed her gently on the forehead.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and onto the bridge of Yue Jiaojiao's nose.
Zhao Zhan used his warm fingertips to carefully wipe away the tears. He looked at her in a daze, then went to the kitchen to get the things he had just prepared and left.
The Lantern Festival had ended a long time ago, and there was no one left on the street celebrating. Only his footsteps echoed in the night.
It started to rain.
When the rain hit Zhao Zhan's face, he didn't even blink. He didn't even feel cold. There was a raging fire in his chest that burned his vision with each step.
