When she drowsily fell asleep, feeling uneasy, listening to Wen Nanxi's familiar tone, Su Muyao subconsciously felt at ease and gradually drifted off into slumber.
Wen Nanxi, however, felt no sleepiness. He held Su Muyao in his arms, lowered his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a deep and complex expression.
If Su Muyao were awake, she would have found such a gaze strange.
Because usually, when Wen Nanxi looked at her, he always had a gentle and indulgent expression.
He softly murmured the words "Ayao."
Both familiar and strange.
While holding her, his fingers gradually fell to the area over her heart.
He could even feel her vibrant life force and strong heartbeat.
Without the heartbeat, she'd be dead, wouldn't she?
After Su Muyao fell asleep, she gradually felt cold and tried to break free from Wen Nanxi's embrace with a frowned forehead.
Wen Nanxi held her, gently patting her back and softly murmured, "Be good, tell me, what's wrong?"
