It was a habit, a habit of reconciling after countless times of heartbreak and despair—just like the first time on a plane, weakly leaning against him.
Suddenly, there was a sense of relief.
Or, it's a sense of security—whether you admit it or not, at this moment, you can't deceive yourself; in his arms, you're finally safe.
A woman, no matter how proud, independent, or capable, at this moment, she only has him.
Her breathing gradually became even.
He was amazed to find that she had actually fallen asleep.
With soft jade and warm fragrance, her scattered soul completely came alive.
He too was remarkably tired, coupled with extreme relaxation of mind, he tightly held the person in his arms and fell asleep leaning on the sofa.
For so many days and nights, it was the first time he could peacefully close his eyes.
Finally, it was dawn.
When Wan Donglin opened his eyes, the sky was still quite dim.
