Xiana flipped toward Licheng in her sleep. Her arm naturally draped across his chest as she slowly blinked her eyes open. Licheng was in a deep slumber, so she quietly removed her arm from his chest and silently sat up. She brought her knees together and rested her chin on one of her knees.
As the morning light filtered through the window, Xiana let out a soft sigh. "Everything seemed to be going well. You were even starting to respond to me," she murmured, a hint of sadness in her voice. Leaning down, she rested her head on Licheng's chest and enveloped him in a tender embrace. "No one will ever love you the way I do. Why do you have to hurt me?" she whispered, her words barely audible.
Licheng's sleep abruptly broke due to the sudden weight on his chest and the sound of Xiana's voice. He tapped on her head when she tilted her head to gaze at him. "Did I wake you up?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"Yes, you did," Licheng admitted.
