In Gu Ximan's boudoir, the electronic clock made a slight "click" sound when the numbers jumped to 23:00.
A pale green light spread out in the darkness, illuminating the dolls scattered on the bedside and the cartoon stickers on the wall.
The warm yellow glow of the night light still wrapped the quilt, making the figure on the bed soft and sticky.
Gu Ximan sat cross-legged on the side of the bed, the cold light of the mobile phone screen reflected on her face. Her fingers slid quickly, but she glanced at Tang Xiaoxiao every few seconds. Seeing that her breathing was steady, she continued typing with confidence.
Lu Xuexue sat on the left edge of the bed, with the tablet computer on her knees. The screen was on but not moving much. Her fingertips rested lightly on the corner of Tang Xiaoxiao's quilt, and from time to time she would tuck the quilt in when it slipped down for her, or reach out and gently rub the little girl's flushed face with her fingertips.
It feels soft, like kneading a piece of warm marshmallow.
Both of them had the fresh fragrance of someone who had just taken a shower, mixed with the smell of sunshine on the quilt, spreading in the quiet room, so gentle and reassuring.
This is the delicacy of a young girl. Although she herself is still a child, she can't help but feel overflowing maternal love when facing the even younger Tang Xiaoxiao. The love in her eyes can hardly be contained.
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xiaoxiao's long and curled eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly.
Her eyelids moved, and after a long time, they slowly opened a crack, revealing her watery pupils, and she looked at everything in front of her blankly.
The room felt strange yet familiar. The aroma lingering in my nose was not the smell of home. My body felt tired as if it was filled with lead. My eyelids were too heavy to open, but my nerves were tense.
She was somewhat attached to her bed, and she always had bizarre nightmares in the middle of the night. Her sleep was sometimes deep and sometimes light, and sometimes very unstable, and would be broken by the slightest movement.
"Xiaoxiao?"
Lu Xuexue was the first to notice that she was awake, and immediately turned off the tablet. The cold light of the screen disappeared, leaving only the warm yellow night light.
She leaned forward, her voice soft and gentle: "Do you want some water or go to the bathroom?"
Gu Ximan also put down her phone with a "whoosh", and the screen "slammed" onto the quilt.
She leaned over to Tang Xiaoxiao, her palms gently placed on her back, patting her again and again, the rhythm slow and gentle, like coaxing a baby to sleep: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Tang Xiaoxiao blinked, her long eyelashes were slightly wet, and her vision slowly focused.
In Mo Bei's room, these two familiar faces were like two small lights, instantly dispelling the panic in my heart.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She just stared blankly at the two sisters beside her, and a warm feeling slowly spread in her chest.
She recalled the countless times she had woken up in the middle of the night. There was always no one around her, only the moonlight outside the window falling on the floor, as cold as frost.
The darkness was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat, and occasionally there was a dog barking in the distance, which scared her so much that she could only curl herself up into a ball, hugging her pillow and waiting for dawn.
But now, with warm body temperature, gentle voices, and soft pats on the back around me, those lonely nights suddenly seem so far away.
Tang Xiaoxiao's nose felt sore, and she completely took off her obedient disguise. She suddenly pounced forward, wrapped her arms tightly around Lu Xuexue's waist, and buried her little face in her soft pajamas.
"Don't be afraid, sister is here."
Lu Xuexue's heart suddenly tightened, and she quickly raised her hands to hug her back, her voice as soft as cotton.
"Xiaoxiao, you can hug me too!"
Seeing that she was only hugging Lu Xuexue, Gu Ximan behind her deliberately grumbled with a bit of grievance and gently poked her back.
Hearing this, Tang Xiaoxiao's shoulders moved, she let go of Lu Xuexue, turned around, opened her arms, and threw herself into Gu Ximan's arms again.
Gu Ximan quickly caught her and held her tight in her arms. With her other hand, she gently stroked her little head, the warmth of her palm passing through her hair.
"...Be good, sister is here."
Gu Ximan looked down at the small figure in her arms, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore.
The moment these words came out of her mouth, she suddenly understood the feelings of her childhood friend Gu Luo - when she was a child, she was weak and sickly, and had nightmares. When she woke up crying in the middle of the night, she would always see Gu Luo watching over her. When he saw her wake up, he would say in the same gentle tone:
"Be good, brother is here."
It turns out that being relied upon and needed by others is such a painful and warm feeling.
In the halo of the night light, three figures huddled together. The sound of rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and the only sounds in the room were gentle breathing and soothing whispers.
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