Gong Heng got home close to midnight. Mu Mian was sprawled lazily on the sofa; she had already lulled Little Yueliang to sleep at eleven and was waiting for Gong Heng, hugging a soft pillow on the couch.
She could have called.
But Mu Mian knew that if Gong Heng wasn't tied up with work, he wouldn't leave her just after getting off the plane.
If he wasn't coming home that night, he would have called before ten. No call meant he was coming back.
Like guarding her own husband, Mu Mian lay on the sofa, her eyelids already fighting a battle. She couldn't care less as she slept fitfully while waiting for him.
When Gong Heng arrived, he saw her little head resting on the sofa, her eyelids too heavy to lift, her hands clutching the pink bunny pillow he bought for her, her red lips exceptionally tender.
In that moment, all the worries he had on his way home vanished.
His heart was covered with warmth.
