An Lan nodded lightly. She leaned against Huo Zhanting's chest, savoring the tranquility of the moment. Before long, she fell asleep in the serene environment.
Huo Zhanting listened to An Lan's steady breathing, lowered his head, and saw her sleeping soundly. Reverently, he pressed a gentle kiss onto her forehead. Whether it was the stubble he hadn't shaved off or something else, it seemed to irritate An Lan slightly. She let out a faint hum and murmured softly before sinking deeply back into her sleep.
If An Lan were to open her eyes at this moment, she would see that Huo Zhanting, who usually kept his emotions hidden, was now gazing at her with a tenderness that could drown.
An Lan and Huo Zhanting painted a picture of peace and serenity in their world.
But on Chang Jiao's side, things were far from pleasant.
