Lu Yinxing actually fell asleep like this in Xia Ye's arms.
She didn't even know why.
Being held like this by Xia Ye always felt particularly reassuring and particularly solid.
And for Lu Yinxing, this was also an extreme luxury.
But Xia Ye was completely unable to fall asleep.
After Lu Yinxing fell asleep, Xia Ye opened his eyes.
Greedily looking at the woman in his arms.
Everything seemed like a dream.
She would never know how he had been through these three years.
Time seemed endless.
Every minute felt meaningless.
The only meaningful thing was the needle-in-a-haystack-like search.
But each time ended in disappointment.
Even though he stood at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry, surrounded by flowers, praised by thousands.
But the more he looked down on this world, the more bustling the place.
The more he felt doubly lonely.
That was not the life he liked.
Every day he forced himself to wear a façade.
He didn't know when Lu Yinxing would return.
