"Alright!"
He's very tired.
This exhaustion is physical weariness, sleepless night after sleepless night. He really wants to tell Xiao Qiao that without her, he doesn't even sleep well, and how can he truly enjoy life, how can he shine as she wishes.
After enduring so many nights, he can finally sleep peacefully beside her, holding her hand and driving away nightmares.
As Xiao Qiao gazed at his sleeping face, she silently vowed, never again.
Such things will never happen again.
The cabin is filled with cold air, yet Xiao Qiao, wrapped in a blanket, feels warm. Beside her is a natural heater; the wounds don't seem to hurt as much. She smiles slightly, sleep well, I'm right here with you.
Your life will no longer be night.
Wesley sleeps deeply, yet tightly grips Xiao Qiao's hand, not allowing her to leave. Xiao Qiao couldn't move, but even if he didn't hold her hand, she wouldn't be able to leave him.
