Worried he might touch her wound, she held his injured hand gently, cradling it with hers.
Qin Yin crouched next to the sofa, watching Nan Sichen as he drifted between sleep and consciousness, his breath steady and even.
Her heart was soft, the sky was dark, all was silent, the night deep and quiet.
????Qin Yin had never had such acute hearing before; she could hear the soft wind on the balcony, the distant sound of car horns, Nan Sichen's breathing, and her own heartbeat.
????Her face was frighteningly hot, almost making her think that she was injured too.
????A strange and intriguing impulse came over her, the urge to stay like this forever, without sleep or rest, never ending.
????Qin Yin just stared at his profile. It was like white jade - perfectly carved yet vulnerable.
????Her heart softened more, as if it was melting, making her unable to bear it.
