Although Song Qiao felt more uncomfortable sleeping in Lu Jingchen's arms, she soon got used to the scent of his shower gel, identical to hers, as well as the smell of his shaving cream. Before long, lulled by the steady beat of his heart, the already drowsy Song Qiao fell into a deep sleep.
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Meanwhile, at the hospital at the same time, Ning Wan woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. As soon as she opened her eyes, she sensed that something was off, and she sat up abruptly, scanning the room, only to find that aside from herself, there was no one else around.
She frowned slightly, convincing herself she must have imagined it.
She felt that while she was asleep, someone had been sitting by her, watching her all along, but she was too exhausted to open her eyes to see who it was.
The only thing she was certain of was the gaze that had been fixed on her; it was all too familiar, as if she had been watched like this countless nights before.
