She gently patted Yin Huaizhu's back, comforting him as if he were a child.

After a long while.

Yin Huaizhu's emotions had clearly calmed down, and Hang Suisui nudged his shoulder, trying to get him to lift his head.

Having buried his face in her shoulder for so long, his breath was all over Hang Suisui's neck, almost making her feel warm.

But to everyone's surprise, when Hang Suisui pushed him, Yin Huaizhu buried his head even deeper.

He held her tightly and wouldn't let go.

They neither made a sound nor spoke.

Having gotten used to his death, Hang Sui Sui stopped moving.

She let Yin Huaizhu cling to her like that.

At dawn, just as a faint glimmer of light appeared in the sky, the distant horizon was gradually tinged with a pale white.

A faint ray of light shone quietly into the room through the window.

The two people sleeping peacefully on the bed were breathing steadily.

As the light gradually brightened, the sunlight gently caressed their faces, outlining the silhouettes of the two sleeping face to face.

It also illuminated their intertwined hair.

Hang Suisui's hair cascaded down like a waterfall, intertwining and entwining, gently brushing against the pale cheeks of the person next to her.

Hang Suisui, whose wrist was being tightly gripped, slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is the profile of the person opposite you, with a slight frown and a hint of unease.

As she slept, Yin Huaizhu's slender fingers gripped Hang Suisui's delicate wrist tightly, with such force that it seemed he wanted to merge her into his own body.

Whenever Hang Suisui makes the slightest movement, even a slight tremor, it will immediately wake Yin Huaizhu from her sleep.

Those dark pupils were like those of a child lost in the darkness, desperately searching for something to rely on.

I can only fall asleep peacefully when I know she's beside me.