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The afternoon sun slowly moved across the room, creeping up from the floor to the edge of the bed, finally casting a warm blanket over Lin Xiyan. He leaned against the headboard, his eyelids growing heavy. The effects of the medicine and the feeling of fullness washed over him, mixing with the warmth of the sun, weaving a lazy web that gently enveloped him.
Consciousness slowly sank like water-soaked cotton. He forced his eyes open, and in his sight, Jiang Yibai was still sitting astride the old chair, his chin resting on the back, watching him quietly. Those purple eyes looked very soft in the light, as if covered by a veil.
He seemed to say something, but his voice was far away and inaudible. Lin Xiyan tried hard to concentrate, but couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness. Her eyelashes trembled a few times before finally closing slowly. Her breathing became even and long.
Fell asleep.
Jiang Yibai watched him fall asleep defenselessly in front of him, and the softest part of his heart felt like a feather gently brushing against it. He maintained his original posture, motionless, even breathing softly, afraid to disturb this moment of peace.
Lin Xiyan looked even more obedient and softer in her sleep. Her long eyelashes cast a soft shadow under her eyes, her cheeks a healthy pink from the sun, and her lips slightly parted, revealing a defenseless childishness. She looked much more reassuring than her usual tense, frightened, and distant appearance.
Jiang Yibai looked at him for a long time, his eyes tracing every inch of his sleeping face, as if he wanted to engrave this moment firmly in his mind.
The kitten Bai Yan on the windowsill also woke up, stretched, jumped off the windowsill lightly, walked quietly to the bed, rubbed Jiang Yibai's trouser legs, looked at the sleeping Lin Xiyan curiously, and finally found a place at his feet to curl up again.
The room was completely quiet. Sunlight, a sleeping person, a dozing cat, and him watching silently. Time seemed stretched out, flowing slowly and gently.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xiyan's brows unconsciously frowned, as if he had dreamed of something disturbing, and his breathing became a little faster.
Jiang Yibai noticed it immediately and leaned forward slightly.
But Lin Xiyan did not wake up. He just tilted his head towards the pillow, finding a more comfortable position. His brows slowly relaxed and he continued to sleep soundly.
Jiang Yibai breathed a sigh of relief and slowly leaned back in his chair. But an indescribable soreness filled his heart. Was he feeling so uneasy even in his sleep?
He suddenly stood up and walked over very quietly. The mattress sank slightly under his weight. He squatted beside the bed, his eyes level with the sleeping Lin Xiyan.
The person in the dream is unaware of anything.
Jiang Yibai stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering in the air. After a moment's hesitation, he finally lowered it very gently, brushing away the messy hair on his forehead. His movements were so careful, as if he were touching a rare treasure.
The skin beneath her fingers was warm and delicate. Lin Xiyan seemed to feel the touch and hummed softly, like a kitten. Instead of dodging, she unconsciously rubbed her cheek against the warm fingertips, seeking more warmth.
Jiang Yibai's fingers trembled violently, as if burned by this unconscious dependence. A surge of heat rushed to his heart unexpectedly, making his eyes a little sore.
He maintained his squatting position, letting his fingertips rub against the slightly warm cheek. The sunlight fell on the two of them, quietly gilding them.
After a long time, he withdrew his hand very slowly, as if that simple action had exhausted all his strength. He stood up, took a deep look at the person who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, turned around and walked to the desk.
He took out his cell phone and turned it to silent mode. Then he pulled out a chair and sat down. From his expensive-looking schoolbag, he pulled out a thick competition exercise book and some scratch paper.
The tip of his pen touched the paper, making a subtle rustling sound. He frowned slightly, his expression focused, working quickly, occasionally scribbling a few lines of complex formulas on the scratch paper. His aura calmed, his usual cool, efficient demeanor restored.
It was just that his posture while working on the questions was a little awkward, his body slightly tilted to the side, ensuring he could see the person sleeping peacefully in the bed. Every few minutes, he would subconsciously glance up to make sure the person's breathing was steady before lowering his head again, immersing himself in the complex world of symbols.
The sunlight slowly shifted, and the light in the room gradually became softer.
Lin Xiyan slept the deepest she had ever slept. No bizarre nightmares, no waking up in the middle of nowhere. It was like floating in warm, safe waters, being gently lifted and supported.
He was awakened by a very soft, regular rustling sound, which was not loud but rather like a kind of soothing white noise.
His eyelashes trembled as he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry at first, then gradually came into focus.
The golden light of the setting sun filled most of the room, and tiny dust particles floated in the air. The first thing he saw was the back of a person writing at a desk not far away.
Jiang Yibai sat upright, shoulders relaxed, head slightly lowered, one hand on the paper, the other holding a pen, writing rapidly. The setting sun cast a furry golden rim around his figure, making him look focused and... reliable.
The rustling sound was the sound of the pen tip sliding across paper.
Lin Xiyan stared at the figure in a daze. Waking up in a strange environment, instead of being struck by cold emptiness, she was greeted by the presence of another person and the familiar, down-to-earth sounds of life.
My heart seemed to be filled with something tenderly.
As if aware of the gaze behind him, Jiang Yibai paused in writing and turned around.
Their eyes met.
His purple eyes looked particularly clear in the setting sun. When he saw Lin Xiyan woke up, a smile instantly appeared in them, like the surface of a lake into which a stone was thrown.
"Awake?" He put down his pen, turned around, and said softly, with a slightly hoarse voice from concentrating on thinking. "Did you sleep well?"
Lin Xiyan looked at him, seeing the clear concern and tenderness in his eyes, seeing his eyebrows softened by the sunset, and her heart felt like it was soaked in warm water, beating slowly and heavily. He nodded gently, his voice still slightly hoarse from waking up: "...Yeah."
It's good. It's never been better.
Jiang Yibai stood up, walked over, and naturally reached out to touch his forehead and test the temperature: "Well, no fever." The action was so skillful as if he had done it a thousand times.
His fingertips carried a slightly cool scent of ink, brushing against the skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation.
Lin Xiyan didn't hide, but just looked up at him. The sunlight fell into his amber pupils, clear and transparent.
"You..." He hesitated, looking at the exercise book spread out on the table, "Have you been doing exercises?"
"Yeah," Jiang Yibai followed his gaze and said casually, "It doesn't matter anyway. I'll watch you sleep and write something by the way." He said it lightly, as if those few hours of concentration were just "by the way."
Lin Xiyan was silent for a moment. So he hadn't left yet, just stayed here, guarding him while doing his own thing?
An indescribable emotion surged in my chest, sour and soft.
Jiang Yibai didn't notice his panic. He bent down to pick up the water glass on the table, tested the temperature, and handed it to him: "Drink some water. Are you hungry? Dinner should be here soon."
Lin Xiyan took the cup and touched his warm fingers with her fingertips. The water temperature was just right.
He sipped his water, but his gaze couldn't help but drift to the desk again, looking at the place where the figure, shrouded in the setting sun, had once lingered. The rustling sound of writing seemed to still faintly echo in the air, overlapping with the gentle gaze of the person before him.
It formed a picture called "companionship" that he never thought he would have.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to be watched over by someone while you fall asleep and to see them the first thing you see when you wake up.
It's so warm that it makes people want to cry.
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