She didn't even dare to cover herself with the only blanket on the bed anymore.
Zhong Lingling huddled in the corner of the room, it was dead of winter and without a blanket, she was freezing to death but didn't utter a peep.
However, as the night grew deeper, she still fell asleep in the cold; in a haze, she felt someone pulling her into their embrace, and all the chill in her body instantly melted away.
This embrace was so warm and secure, was she dreaming of Ji Wuyuan?
Zhong Lingling slept soundly throughout the night with a smile curling at her lips in that cozy embrace.
When daylight broke, and Zhong Lingling woke up, Xiang Yimo had already gotten out of bed. Usually, Xiang Yimo would be lying in the sick bed, so he would be dressed in pajamas or the like, but today, Xiang Yimo was wearing a stand-collar coat with a tailored fit that accentuated his impeccable figure!