Li Tingyan waited until late at night, after everyone had gone back and Nianyang had fallen asleep, before sneaking in like a little thief.
There was a small lamp on the nightstand, casting a faint glow.
Nianyang was lying on the bed, hugging the quilt, her cheek buried in the pillow. Her eyelashes were distinct and separate, and she was sleeping peacefully.
Li Tingyan sat down gently beside her. He'd been holding back all day; now he finally didn't have to care about anything. His gaze greedily roamed over her face, and the more he looked, the happier he became.
Nini had woken up.
So good.
It felt like the whole world had turned into spring.
He was so satisfied, it felt like his life had reached its peak.
"No, don't…" Suddenly, Nianyang frowned in her sleep, a pained expression appearing on her face as she mumbled softly, "Don't hit me, it hurts, it hurts so much…"
Was she dreaming of when Phoenix tortured her?
Li Tingyan's heart clenched hard with pain.
