His slender fingers slipped through her hair, gently stroking her soft strands. The more she clung to him, the more proof that she was not feeling well.
Cheng Yanzhi worried as he comforted her.
He stayed with her until midnight. Only when her discomfort had lessened did he allow himself to sleep.
In the early morning, when Xia Yunsheng woke up, she found herself in his arms. Cheng Yanzhi was sound asleep, he didn't notice her movement as she sat up.
Looking at the deeply asleep Cheng Yanzhi, she unconsciously thought of last night, and a warm feeling overflowed within her.
When she was a child and fell ill, her parents would take care of her considerately. But after they passed away, she survived on her own, as resilient as a weed, shouldering illnesses by herself.
She stared at his sleeping face for a while, smiled, and then got up to wash up.
