Only one bedside lamp was lit in the room.
Mu Yiliang half-propped herself up and tucked Xiaoze in, looking up to see Yan Sijue's still alert gaze.
She instinctively locked eyes with him, unable to look away for a long time.
This glance seemed to hold so many things, and in the man's eyes, she also saw complex emotions.
Mu Yiliang felt her breathing getting a bit erratic, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
She was the bride and had to start preparing early in the morning.
Yan Sijue extended his arm, reaching over Xiaoze, and grasped her hand.
"Yiliang, we'll definitely have a smooth day tomorrow, right?" His eyes were dark and deep, yet there was a trace of panic seeping out.
Mu Yiliang felt a tremor in her heart and nodded gently, "We will."
Only then did he smile and gently said, "Go to sleep, good night."
"Good night."
She said, her voice trembling slightly.
The bedside lamp went out.
