The night was long, and everyone huddled together on the sofa.
Outside, the fierce storm continued unabated, with bone-chilling cold winds sneaking in through the door cracks and broken windows, making it increasingly colder.
Subconsciously, people would seek out something that could bring them warmth.
Thus, the orderly lineup of sleeping girls initially found themselves clustered around Xu Musen as their center.
Xu Musen hadn't fallen asleep at all; each breath he took was filled with their light, delicate fragrance, and one little girl had even sneaked into his clothes.
But An Nannan, holding onto Xu Musen, had her cold, trembling body gradually stabilize and was now sleeping soundly, with glistening drool at the corner of her mouth.
Xu Musen reached out and gently wiped her mouth; what an awful sleeping pose.
However, looking at her cheeks under the dim candlelight, Xu Musen always felt like he was seeing An Nuannuan from the past.
