He slowly walked to Shen Qingcong's bedside one step at a time and then slowly squatted down.
Those eyes, filled with deep affection, carried a hint of obsession as he stared unblinkingly at her sleeping face, seemingly wanting to burn her facial features into his very soul.
In fact, her graceful figure had long been etched in his heart, eyes, and mind.
However, even though he could look at her everyday like this, he never grew tired or bored, wishing he could keep looking at her day after day, month after month, year after year, for a lifetime, two lifetimes, three lifetimes would be preferable.
Xiao Chifeng wanted to reach out and lightly touch her face, but fearing he might wake her, he abruptly withdrew his hand.
Ultimately, he couldn't resist his longing, extended his arms, gently encircled her, and lightly pressed his face against hers. He let out a low sigh near her ear, "Congcong, thank goodness you're okay! Otherwise..."
