When Xia Yunsheng awoke, she felt a pair of arms circling her from behind. Cheng Yanzhi was lying next to her, that familiar, long-lost scent flooding over her again.
Her eyes felt sour, and tears suddenly welled up.
"Awake?" Cheng Yanzhi noticed the movement in his arms, and he jerked awake.
Xia Yunsheng didn't make a sound, but he could still hear her unstable breathing. He reached out and felt tears on her face. He was stunned, "Are you hurting somewhere? Should I call a doctor?"
This man caring for her and the one who had uttered hurtful words seemed like two different persons.
Xia Yunsheng removed his hand, her full resistance making Cheng Yanzhi realize that she wasn't in pain, she simply despised him.
Cheng Yanzhi didn't let her go, holding her tightly, "Go back to sleep! Goodnight."
Xia Yunsheng let him hold her without struggling. They weren't children, too capricious to fuss about at this late hour, clinging to life and death.
