Zheng Fan had never considered himself particularly fond of mature, older women, but he truly enjoyed the feeling when he was with Siniang.
They didn't do much, just held each other. Though simple, it was genuinely beautiful.
He had slept well that night.
When he woke up, Siniang had already risen and was knitting by the bedside.
Zheng Fan opened his eyes and looked at Siniang. In his previous life, his parents had divorced when he was relatively young, so he had no memories of waking up to see his mother sitting beside him, knitting a sweater.
Seeing Siniang in the role of his 'mother' felt a little strange.
But in this fortress, sane people were a rarity.
When Siniang saw Zheng Fan was awake, she remained silent since he said nothing, quietly continuing with her task.
This silent atmosphere lasted for nearly an hour before Zheng Fan finally stretched and asked, "What time is it, Siniang?"
"It's almost dawn."
"Well, then I'll go wash up."
