"No, I'll go after you fall asleep," He Xing smiled, the dimples at the corners of his mouth faintly visible, making him radiate a warm feeling.
Fu Han's heart softened too. She nodded, turned to face He Xing lying down, yet her eyes remained open. She simply yearned for the warmth of the moment, longing to etch it forever in her mind.
The light cast down from above, falling on He Xing, as if cloaking him in a layer of gold. Sacred, pure, he seemed almost divine.
The more Fu Han looked, the more beautiful she found him, feeling increasingly lucky as if she had stumbled upon a hidden treasure in her life.
He Xing also lowered his gaze to observe Fu Han, his hand gently stroking her forehead intermittently as tender as if he were coaxing his daughter to sleep.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment, as if frozen in place.
