He didn't struggle.
Not pushed open.
Under the caress of those calloused, warm yet incredibly gentle hands, surrounded by those nagging whispers filled with the smell of everyday life and pure concern, in that hazy state that was not yet fully awake—
An extremely unfamiliar, yet seemingly awakened instinct quietly emerged.
His cheek, which was being held in her arms, rubbed very lightly and unconsciously... between Sun Guixiang's warm and rough palms.
The movement was extremely small, as gentle as a butterfly's wings brushing against petals, but the feeling of the cool, delicate skin rubbing against the rough palm, actively and dependently, was incredibly clear.
Then, his gray-blue eyes, which looked exceptionally clear and even a little watery in the morning light, lifted slightly upwards, and his long eyelashes were like crow feathers covered with morning dew.
Trembling slightly, a little confused, a little innocent, with a barely perceptible hint of dependence that even he himself had not realized... he looked into Sun Guixiang's cloudy eyes that were filled with great surprise and tenderness.
His lips, those beautifully shaped but always tightly pursed lips, moved slightly in the morning light, as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end, he only uttered a very faint sound, with a heavy nasal tone and the hoarseness of a newly awakened voice:
“…Hmm.”
The voice was very soft and vague, almost drowned out by Sun Guixiang's chatter.
But the defenseless, sleepy feeling and the little bit of unconscious grievance contained in it (as if complaining about being woken up or not sleeping well) were like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking Sun Guixiang's heart!
Oh my God! Her heart melted!
Little one! Little one! When she first woke up, she was like a sleepy little kitten! She would rub her palm! She would make that nasal, innocent, yet aggrieved sound of "Hmm"!
Her cloudy eyes were instantly filled with tears, not sadness, but huge, indescribable happiness!
"Ouch! Ouch! My little darling!" Sun Guixiang's voice trembled with excitement, and her hands holding Ye Qingliu's cheeks became more cautious, with her skinny fingers showing incomparable cherishment.
Very gently, she stroked his smooth, slightly cool skin with her fingertips, as if soothing a frightened, precious cub.
"Did I wake you up? It's all Grandma's fault! She was so happy! Is your neck sore? Huh?"
Her voice was extremely soft and gentle, filled with complete doting.
Looking at those gray-blue eyes that seemed particularly pure in the morning light, with the moisture of newly awakened eyes and ignorant dependence, Sun Guixiang felt that all the hardships and pains in this life were worth it.
Ye Qingliu seemed to be even more confused by her gentle comfort and the call of "little darling".
His gray-blue eyes blinked, and his long eyelashes fluttered a few times like a small fan, and the confused mist in his eyes seemed to become thicker.
Under Sun Guixiang's continuous, calloused yet extremely gentle caress, his cheek, which was held in her hand, rubbed against her palm very lightly and unconsciously.
This time, the action seemed a little more natural than before, more like an instinctive request for warmth and comfort.
"Hmm..." Another nasal and sleepy hum, this time mixed with a barely perceptible sigh of satisfaction.
Sun Guixiang was so happy looking at him, who looked completely confused, defenseless, and even a little bit coquettish, that she didn't know what to do!
She couldn't help but lower her head and touched Ye Qingliu's forehead with hers very gently and lovingly.
The warm forehead, bearing traces of time, gently pressed against his slightly cool, smooth forehead.
This sudden and more intimate touch made Ye Qingliu's gray-blue eyes slightly widen again.
But this time, in the turbulent waves deep in his eyes, in addition to the remaining shock and confusion, there seemed to be a hint of... a strange, soothed calmness.
He didn't dodge.
In the morning light, his clear gray-blue eyes reflected Sun Guixiang's face full of wrinkles but filled with great happiness. His eyes were still a little confused, but no longer cold or distant.
Sun Guixiang's heart was filled with this great happiness.
She held the face that was more handsome than the fairy boy in the painting, but at this moment revealed its vulnerability and dependence to her without reservation. She could no longer hold back the turbid tears, which rolled down in big drops and dripped onto the back of Ye Qingliu's slightly cool hand.
While she was crying, she was smiling so happily that every wrinkle on her face was relaxed, filled with the most simple satisfaction.
"Good boy... so good..." She choked and whispered incoherently, her forehead still gently against his, and her skinny fingers still holding his cheek with great cherishment.
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