"Close your eyes and relax," Zhou Liao did as instructed, closing his eyes.
Lai Zhiyun's fingertips then touched Zhou Liao's forehead.
The pads of her fingers gently caressed between his eyebrows and eyes before she started humming a song.
Softly singing.
Her singing voice was like a gentle breeze passing through the treetops, tender and delicate, immensely soothing to the soul.
It was as if she wove a beautiful dream with notes, immersing Zhou Liao so deeply that he could not help but be intoxicated.
Gradually, sleepiness overwhelmed his consciousness and he drifted off into a deep sleep.
Lai Zhiyun also closed her eyes, and slept through until morning.
Zhou Liao had not been sleeping well for several days, so the next day he slept in.
He woke up at eight o'clock, just as Zhiyun was getting out of bed.
Moving her cumbersome body, she shuffled to the edge of the bed.
