Haven't seen him for several days, Sikong Wuyou seemed particularly exhausted.
He lifted An Ning up and placed her on the kang, then swung his leg over to climb up himself.
He didn't make any extra movements, just lay quietly beside An Ning, holding her tightly.
Not having been this close for days, An Ning's heart was already in turmoil. However, it wasn't long before the sound of his steady breathing arose from behind her.
"Wuyou..." An Ning didn't dare call out loudly, only gently uttering his name, yet no response came.
An Ning tugged at the corner of her mouth and silently smiled.
After he was completely asleep, An Ning moved her body slightly and turned around.
Looking at Sikong Wuyou's still handsome but slightly shadowed eyes, An Ning felt a pang of heartache.
In this state, who knows what he's been busy with, and how many days it's been since he had a good rest.
In any case, it was definitely the first time An Ning had seen him look so worn out.
