The night gradually darkened. Meng Yu, who had been staying up for a few days, could no longer hold back and fell asleep beside Li Zhe's bed.
When Li Zhe woke up, he turned around and saw a furry head beside him.
Meng Yu? Li Zhe looked at the person lying next to him in disbelief.
Li Zhe stretched out his trembling hand and carefully caressed Meng Yu's upturned hair, not daring to touch it for a long time.
He was afraid that this was just a dream. Once he touched Meng Yu, Meng Yu would disappear like a bubble, just like the dreams he had over the years.
Li Zhe looked at Meng Yu's face obsessively. His pale hand, which was covered with blue veins, traced the person in front of him. It was not until his hand reached under Meng Yu's nose that he widened his eyes in surprise.
He could feel his breathing, so it might not be a dream?
