The young man's handsome face showed a hint of helpless unease under the dim candlelight, and Lin Qiao inexplicably thought of the time in her dream when he was sold, looking just as helpless and uneasy.
She nodded, "Okay, I'll go extinguish the candle."
After getting into bed, she vaguely saw his open eyes and reached out to pat his arm, "Sleep."
Smelling the faint fragrance beside him, the panic and unease in Song Tingfan's heart disappeared at once.
As long as his sister-in-law was there, he was not afraid of anything, not of fatigue, nor hardship, and even less of being alone.
He greedily moved a little closer to the middle and then closed his eyes.
Lin Qiao only relaxed and fell asleep once she noticed he was asleep.
At night, rain began to fall outside, and a cool wind blew in. The woman under the thin blanket felt a bit cold and instinctively burrowed toward the heat source, eventually embracing the warmth and sleeping heavily.
