In the silent night, the man's tearful voice sounded distinctly clear yet forlorn.
Ling Lihua stared at the top of the bed netting, a vacant look in her eyes.
She could not help feeling a dull ache in her heart.
Lu Hetian had always been a dependable and strong-minded man, but now…
She lifted a finger and wiped away the wetness on her neck. At this moment, as she looked at the droplets on her fingertips, she could not bring herself to push the man away from her, no matter how cold-hearted she was.
In the end, she sighed but did not respond to his words. She patted him on the back and said softly, "Go to sleep. You still have to get up early tomorrow."
Lu Hetian finally quieted down and drifted off to sleep with her in his arms.
However, Lihua was still wide awake.
After confirming that the man was asleep, she wriggled and shifted his body away from her.
