"I'm really such a jerk!"
Li Beicheng's gaze seemed glued to Yan Xiaye, he muttered disapprovingly, holding Yan Xiaye even tighter.
Under the effect of the medicine, Yan Xiaye did not struggle. Her serene sleeping face carried deep fatigue and peace, a far cry from her usual cold and hostile demeanor towards him.
Watching her, a faint stir occurred in Li Beicheng's heart, his fingers trembled as if with a mind of their own, yearning to trace her delicate features.
Shocked by the effect Yan Xiaye had on him, Li Beicheng furrowed his brows tighter, forcing himself to look away and focus on the dimly-lit sandalwood next to the coffin. He recited the Tao Te Ching numerous times, finally managing to curb his restless thoughts.
The occasion wasn't the only reason; another was that such quiet moments with Yan Xiaye were rare, and he didn't want any accidents to disrupt this brief tranquility, not even from himself.
Beside him, Yan Xiaye slipped into another nightmare.
