With these thoughts, Sheng Jingyi sighed once again; he gently caressed Ling Xi's fair and delicate cheek, a trace of distress flickered in his eyes—it was evident she was truly exhausted.
Carefully, he laid Ling Xi's body down flat on the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead. Then, he lay down beside her, pulling her tightly into his embrace, his chin resting on her small head. Only then did Sheng Jingyi slowly close his eyes.
At last, he felt at ease. Now, the two of them could finally have a good, peaceful sleep.
Over the past few days, Sheng Jingyi had not been able to sleep soundly at all. Whenever he forced himself to rest, his eyes had only just closed when, not long after, he would be joltedly awake; without the person in his arms, how could he sleep peacefully.
...
The next morning, as the gentle and soft sunlight filtered through the clear blue, streaming into the room, the person on the bed's eyelashes fluttered, signaling signs of awakening.
