He went to take a shower, and Qin Mu lay on the bed, quietly listening to the sound of water in the bathroom. In the silent bedroom, she could hear her own heartbeat and her breaths.
She couldn't help but continue to listen. She didn't know if she was happy, nor did she know if he was happy.
When he came out, she quietly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, feeling him lying behind her, sensing his slightly cool breath, and also feeling that he had no intention of approaching her.
So, she waited quietly, just waited...
Mu Yichen held the back of his head with both hands, his dark eyes looking at the ceiling thoughtfully, until later he turned his head to look at the woman beside him, thinking that she must have really fallen asleep.
He instinctively turned over, propped up his upper body to look at her sleeping face—so still, so gentle.