Looking at the peacefully sleeping face, Shen Qi gently touched her cheek, his left hand lightly holding her small hand, fingers interlocking.
Ye Zixu, half-asleep, only knew it was Shen Qi holding her hand. Without thinking, she clasped his hand back and snuggled her little face closer, falling back into a fragrant sleep.
It was just an unconscious action on her part, yet she never knew how much of a wave it stirred up inside Shen Qi's heart.
Looking at this woman softly leaning on him, the first woman he loved in his thirty years, his heart surged like a wild wave.
Staring, a bit infatuated, all he felt was that life, in this moment, suddenly became complete.
Soon after Shen Qi finished sending his message, his friend circle exploded once again.
