Han Jingnian lay on the bed, eyes shut, maintaining an icy demeanor, without the slightest flicker of reaction, as though he were asleep.
And indeed, he was doing a decent job of pretending to sleep all night long!
At least, that's what Xia Wan'an thought, her other hand already reaching out for Han Jingnian's hand in the covers. She gently rocked their interlocked fingers, then swallowed her pride and blurted out, "I honestly was shaking, and the dress I wore at the dinner party was the one you gifted to me. In my heart, the other dresses were random gifts, but yours...yours was a gift of love..."
Han Jingnian's eyes remained closed, but Xia Wan'an could sense a slight softening in his rigid body.
However, he showed no intention of speaking or even glancing her way.
