In the previous second, Nan Wan still thought it was just a dream. It was only when those deep eyes looked at her that she suddenly awoke.
Her breathing was very slow, as if she were afraid of shattering everything before her.
After a while, she pinched her thigh hard with the hand hanging by her side, and it hurt.
So, what she saw was not a dream.
Third Brother had really woken up.
In her sleep, Zhi Mei felt an itch on her face, thinking Jiashu was playing a prank on her. She was so tired, she didn't want to get up at all.
She brushed away the hand that seemed to be hovering on her cheek and murmured softly, "Baby, be good, let mommy sleep a little longer."
Nan Ze's gaze returned to the face of the woman leaning on the bed; the weariness in her eyes told him she hadn't slept well for a very long time.
Even with her soft long hair in disarray over her small face, he didn't touch it again, just watched her.
