When they reached the bed in the guest room, Han Qingshan placed the sleeping Jiang Yingyue on the bed. Seeing that she had not woken up during the entire time, a gentle smile flitted across his lips, but it was quickly replaced by a sudden emptiness in his heart.
As he looked down on Jiang Yingyue, his heart clenched, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his innermost being. He could not put into words how he was feeling, nor did he understand it.
It was a faint fear, but also slight happiness. It was hard to explain, he had never in his life felt this way before, and it was causing him to feel panicked for a short moment.
However, after glancing at Jiang Yingyue's relaxed expression and her slightly parted mouth, he felt calm again. The heart which had felt empty was full, and he suddenly reached out a hand and stroked the young woman's forehead ever so gently.
