After a while, Xuan Long's body slowly relaxed against hers. His breathing evened out slowly, brushing lightly against her collarbone.
Su Qinglan looked down.
His face was resting against her bare shoulder, his long lashes fanning his cheeks, his expression soft like a sleeping child who finally found comfort.
For a moment, she just stared at him quietly. Her chest ached for him. She could guess he was afraid of something, but what it was, she had no idea. And suddenly, she did not want to leave him.
He looked so peaceful now. She didn't have the heart to wake him up.
"Sleep…" she murmured softly.
She tried to move him a little, just to lay him down properly on the stone bed, but he didn't let go. His arms stayed around her even in his sleep.
A small, helpless smile came to her lips.
"Even asleep, you don't let go…" she whispered.
With a soft sigh, she gave up and carefully lay down beside him. Hu Yan was already lying on the other side, still sleeping soundly.
