Qin Youxue was in a deep sleep when she felt a weight on her body. She opened her eyes and saw Mo Hexuan standing beside her, a thin blanket covering her, presumably placed there by him.
"Thank you."
She turned over, her fine hair sticking to her face, and Mo Hexuan reached out to brush it away, then gently ruffled her hair, "You can keep sleeping."
"..." Qin Youxue didn't speak. She closed her eyes and rested for a moment, then asked softly, "When are you going back?"
"..."
Mo Hexuan fell silent, lowering his head to gaze at Qin Youxue's calm, emotionless face. If in the past he felt her emotions through her few words, now he couldn't sense any feelings from her expression.
Now that he returned, she was so calm, devoid of any emotion, as if his long journey was not spent on a honeymoon with another woman.
