He reached out and gently caressed her face, but she had no reaction.
He frowned. Why hasn't she woken up yet? She's been unconscious for too long, and she doesn't look like she's passed out?
Her breathing was even and gentle, and as he leaned closer to her, her faint breaths hit his face with a soft gentleness.
He laughed quietly to himself, saying, "You only behave this well when you're asleep."
He propped his head on his arm and just looked at Jian Yanyan, not even realizing when he fell asleep.
In the morning, Jian Yanyan was awakened by the light outside. This sleep felt particularly sweet, with a familiar scent in the air that made her feel reassured, so much so that she didn't want to wake up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Su Junhao's face, sleeping completely vulnerable.
At this moment, he looked like a sleeping child, without the deliberately playful smile he often wore, looking very peaceful.
