In the middle of the night, Luo Xiaoqian woke up.
Opening her eyes, she saw a dark figure bent over by her side in the dim light.
In her haziness, she was startled and instantly became fully alert. Upon closer inspection, she recognized it as a person leaning over the side of her bed. Carefully, she moved the blanket aside, and the face of Leng Zimo, which had been obscured by the blanket, now appeared before her.
Under the soft glow of the light, his face appeared even more well-defined, with long eyelashes casting a faint shadow over his cheeks. Without his usual overbearing presence, the Leng Zimo in front of her was sleeping soundly, clearly showing signs of fatigue.
Looking at the handsome yet rarely peaceful face of the man, an unusual emotion rippled through Luo Xiaoqian's heart.
At that moment, it was pure instinct to call out to him to save her, and somehow, he had actually rushed over from the Capital to rescue her.
