When Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned on Song Moting's shoulder, he immediately knew she was asleep.
Her muscles were no longer tense, her breathing became long and deep, lying beside him, soft as if boneless.
He paused his lips on her icy forehead for a while, then slightly turned his head to let his cheek touch hers so she could share as much warmth as possible.
If they survived tonight, it would be all because of her tenacious determination.
As she worked tirelessly, his eyes followed her the entire time, though sometimes moving his head would make his headache almost black out his vision.
In his line of sight, he saw her first stagger, then crawl, exhausted to the point of near-death while caring for both of them. He was furious at his inability to help her and only lay there, frustrated like a useless idiot.
