Liang Yuhan woke up with hardship, akin to rising from the depths of a deep slumber, judging by the groggy feeling, far later than she planned to wake up, or was it a surprise for her to find herself waking up at all?
Her mind was jumbled and confused.
As her eyes opened, his face was within the view, the look in his familiar, beloved eyes unreadable, which was extremely strange since she could usually read him like an open book, or was it normal because he was always unfathomable?
He was younger than she remembered, or she always knew his face to be this young. No, it was somehow... both.
The look in his eyes started changing as he intently read something within hers.
"What is it, Sweetie?", the words fell from her lips, involuntarily, almost on their own, and extremely naturally. But the next moment she gasped as her mind started to finally wind up, a jumbled mass of memories coming together in a tangled mess.
He very obviously reacted to the way she called him.
He knew.
