When he looks at people, there is never any warmth, as if everything is lifeless.
Only when he looks at me...
Lin Zhenxin understands that he gives her unique affection.
"Awake?" Perhaps hearing some noise, Li Yanan withdraws his gaze and turns to look at her.
Lin Zhenxin sits up, the coat covering her slides down to her waist.
"You seem to be very sleepy lately." Li Yanan walks over from the window, mentioning casually.
"Tired." Ever since returning from Vietnam, her body has been exhausted.
Li Yanan reaches out to gently massage Lin Zhenxin's scalp, with just the right amount of pressure, almost like a massage, very soothing.
"I had a dream," Lin Zhenxin suddenly says.
"What dream?" Li Yanan's voice is deep and calm.
Lin Zhenxin thinks about it and eventually shakes her head.
"Nothing," she replies.
"How long until he wakes up?"
Lin Zhenxin folds the coat; the sound of machines operating mixes with the humidifier.
