Yueyao arched a brow from the bed, a faint flush creeping across her cheeks as she tensed up and was very nervous, " Just moments ago you said I mustn't let go, not even in sleep. You... You...."
Her tone was meant to be playful, but it faltered halfway, breaking into a soft stammer.
She was nervous, tense that Yueqin might take offense, that her daughter's tender heart might suddenly turn cold toward her.
The fear of being rejected made Yueyao's chest tighten, a fluttering mix of anxiety and longing coiling in her stomach.
She lowered her gaze, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, unsure whether to reach forward or stay rooted where she was.
Her hands itched to get hold of Yueqin's body and touch her hair, to hold her closer, but even that simple gesture felt charged with stakes she hadn't dared to measure before.
