Not long after Yue Mingxuan left, Shang Qinghua woke up.
His sleep had been restless and his brows furrowed slightly.
Hearing movement inside, Mo Yi immediately knocked on the door.
A low and deep voice came from within, "Come in."
After getting permission, Mo Yi quickly entered the room and after stopping in front of Shang Qinghua he bowing his head respectfully. "Your Highness."
Shang Qinghua sat at the edge of the bed, his long legs bent slightly and one of his hand rubbing at his forehead with his index finger.
He had slept unusually well last night and now he felt refreshed, his body light and clear.
But why had he slept so deeply? Normally, with someone nearby, he would never relax enough to fall asleep so soundly.
Then he remembered the pair of small hands pressing gently along his back in steady rhythm.
The motion had been so soothing that it was almost like a lullaby, pulling him unknowingly into deep sleep.
