The afterglow of the sunset streamed through the glass door and windows, casting a warm light upon Mu Anran's figure.
Around her, there seemed to be a holy halo slowly spreading.
Yu Lingqian only felt a warmth rising in his chest: this was the life he wanted.
And—
The woman he had longed for in his dreams.
"Mm." Yu Lingqian took strides toward her, the corners of his mouth gently tugging into a tender overflow.
***
That night, Yu Lingqian indeed strictly followed the doctor's instructions, holding Mu Anran as they slept.
At most, he nibbled on her for half an hour.
But at the last step, he timely hit the brakes.
Mu Anran felt unbearably awkward, finding it more like torture than relief; she would have preferred a swift conclusion.
Yu Lingqian wasn't faring much better.
It was like having an arrow on a strained bow that you must release but being forced to relax the string instead.
It was simply...
