He was very serious.
His pajamas were buttoned up in a very ordinary way, similar to silk. Perhaps he had washed his face, so his hair was a little wet, and the hair in front of his forehead hung down.
In her plain pajamas, her entire face looked especially gentle under the warm yellow light of the table lamp.
He seemed to be four or five years younger.
Gu nianjia recalled the time when she had lived with the song family. Back then, she had been jealous of Lin Yiqian for being able to do her homework in song Changlin's room. As a result, she had forced herself to stay with them.
The young man under the lamp was just like this, pleasing to her eyes and making her feel at ease.
She really wanted him to be by her side forever and protect her forever.
Song Changlin was probably thirsty. He put down his pen and was about to reach for a glass of water when he noticed Gu nianjia's gaze.
Their eyes met.
