When Auntie Shen came out, she saw Lin Xi curled up like a cat, fast asleep in Xue Yang's embrace.
Although the sofa was tiny, barely big enough for Xue Yang alone, the two of them sleeping there didn't seem cramped at all. Instead, they radiated a peculiar warmth. It was as if they were a pair of twins, peacefully drawing nourishment from each other in their mother's womb.
At that moment, she finally understood the young lady's persistence. What girls wanted was often very simple. As long as two people were truly in love, not even a mountain of daggers or a sea of fire would feel difficult. Love was a magical force, capable of unlocking the infinite potential within a person. How could she bear to wake Lin Xi and tell her to sleep in the bedroom when the scene before her was so heartwarming?
She remembered cleaning the master bathroom that morning and seeing a blood-stained tissue.
