Yun Qinglan stood at the bedside in a moon-white brocade robe. Moonlight softly penetrated through the carved window lattice, spilling into the room and draping a captivating halo around Yun Qinglan's figure.
He quietly gazed at the person on the bed. His always calm and elegant eyes stirred with waves of emotion. He involuntarily softened his breath, afraid of disturbing this rare reunion.
His gaze fell upon her brows and eyes. Watching her sleep, yet still furrowing her brow, his fingertips curled slightly.
His heart felt as if something tightly coiled around it, mixed with the burning warmth of regained possession and the fear of disrupting this fragile moment.
He could hardly contain the torrent of longing.
When approaching, he thought about how, upon seeing the person he thought of day and night, he must hold her tightly to soothe the aching pain of longing in his heart.
Yet standing here now, all his thoughts transformed into careful cherishing.
