Gong Heng wanted to wake her several times to see her bright eyes, but she seemed to be sleeping so sweetly that he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Mu Mian felt as though in her deep sleep she was embraced by a long-missed warmth. The scent lingered around her, too familiar to miss. Countless times in the past they had held each other close, and every aspect of him had seeped into her very marrow, mingled with her blood, becoming an integral part of her.
Smelling the scent of him, her mood inexplicably relaxed.
Turns out, she had missed that scent deeply engraved in her bones.
The corners of the sleeping girl's lips slowly curved into a faint smile.
Gong Heng hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, either. Every time he fell asleep, he would dream of the fierce flames from an exploding car consuming the most important person in his heart.
And then, he would wake up startled.
It was a series of long, sleepless nights.
