It was tranquil in the room, and Lin Nuan could hear the sound of Fu Huai'an's steady breathing. The atmosphere was great for sleeping, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
The moon shone through the clouds. The cold and bright rays of light shone through the open curtains and onto the bed.
Lin Nuan's back was pressed closely against Fu Huai'an's chest. She could feel his strong heartbeat, and her heart ached…
"I know that Song Yao is wrong, but I can't help but worry about her. I really regret what I did. I should have slapped her when we met up with her and Cen Mo so that she would come to her senses and stop getting involved with him!"