"An'an, you are my light, mine alone."
An'an... Despite her bearing Xia Wanwan's face, he kept calling her An'an.
Was this because of the drug effects, and he hadn't yet regained consciousness?
In the midst of Xia Wan'an's pondering, she suddenly felt something wet, like a raindrop hitting her neck, forming a damp circle.
Her mind went completely blank, and her expression was stunned for a while before she realized that the wetness was a tear.
It was a tear shed by Han Jingnian.
What was happening to him? What had he just gone through alone, and why was he acting this way?
As Xia Wan'an's thoughts swirled with confusion, Han Jingnian buried his face into her neck, mimicking a little mirror's cute antics, gently rubbing his cheek against her skin and then spoke again. Perhaps because his face was buried against her, his voice was muffled, "An'an, after you left, I was well-behaved..."
"I've been sleeping alone..."
"Even just now, I was very well-behaved..."
