"It's my fault."
Wen Nuan's warm little hand, with her unique softness, rested on his waist. Leng Yan felt a surge of joy in his heart as he lowered his head to rest it against hers.
"It's partly my fault too."
"It's all my fault."
...
The two of them apologized to each other, looked up and gazed into each other's eyes, filled with joy.
"Isn't this the room from just now?" Wen Nuan heard Leng Yan tell her that when she was unconscious, he moved her to another room, and she was stunned for a moment, carefully looking around again, only to realize it indeed wasn't the same room as before. She hadn't noticed some details earlier in her daze.
"Why did you move?" She cuddled up to his waist lovingly, tilted her head, and asked, her eyes sparkling with an irrepressible smile, "Was it because of me?"
