"Can you stay?"
His voice was very soft, almost like a tentative probe.
"Um?"
Chu Wuyang didn't hear clearly and slightly raised her eyes.
Jing Min lowered his eyes, looking at her hand, his voice low, tinged with weariness and unease.
"I'm so tired right now, I want to sleep. Can you please not leave?"
“Just sit here.”
His words sounded calm, but there was an almost uncontrollable tension hidden beneath.
Chu Wuyang looked at him,
long time,
Finally, he nodded slightly.
"good."
Jing Min seemed to have finally let go of something; his thin lips moved slightly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
"I trust you."
Then, he slowly closed his eyes, his hand still gently holding hers.
A while passed,
Chu Wuyang glanced at the time
Seeing that it was still early, she hesitated for a moment, then gently withdrew her hand and got up to leave.
She wanted to go to the kitchen to cook some light porridge for Jingmin.
After all, his body hasn't fully recovered yet, and taking medicine all the time is bad for his stomach.
She remembered that when he was injured a long time ago, he loved to drink the porridge she cooked.
If I cook porridge now, he should be able to drink it just as he wakes up.
So, she quietly opened the door.
When I put it on, I made sure to move it gently, afraid of disturbing his rare peaceful sleep.
But she had only been gone a short while when
The man who had been sleeping in the room suddenly opened his eyes.
The bedside was empty, and the hand that had held hers had turned cold.
Jing Min's face instantly darkened.
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