Ling Can had a beautiful sleep, and when he woke up, it was already noon the next day. Du Ruo snuggled like a little bird in his arms, and he held her contentedly, sighing, "Ruo Er, I love you..."
Du Ruo pretended to just open her eyes and smiled at him gently, "Awake? Had enough sleep?"
"Mm." Ling Can nodded, "I haven't slept this well in a long time."
"Hm? Don't we sleep together every night?" Du Ruo asked in surprise.
Ling Can kissed her face and said, "I often wake up in the middle of the night, always having nightmares."
"Ah, then why didn't you tell me?" Du Ruo feigned annoyance and furrowed her brows, but the feeling of horror deepened in her heart. Night after night of nightmares—how much guilty conscience must one have?
"I didn't want to disturb your rest." Ling Can smiled gently, "Have you been sleeping with me all this time?"
