However, a long time had passed, and the man standing at the door was still not coming over to sleep.
Song Yi furrowed her brow, got up, and slowly walked over.
Tang Si was leaning against the railing when he heard rustling sounds from behind.
He quickly stashed the cigarette in his hand, putting it away.
Song Yi approached, wrapping her arms around his waist: "Can't sleep?"
"Just woke up." Tang Si replied, lifting a hand to rub Song Yi's head: "Why are you up?"
Song Yi: "Wanted some water."
Tang Si's breathing was heavy, suppressing his inner feelings, his palms sweaty.
Seeing her, he couldn't help but overthink, his settled heart beginning to grow anxious again.
The hand behind his back clutching the cigarette slowly closed around it.
The burning cigarette butt stung his palm, the sharp pain making him feel much more awake and relaxed.
He slowly said, "I'll get it for you."
Song Yi looked at him: "Okay."
And then Tang Si poured her water, everything entirely normal.
