The sky had darkened by then.
It was pitch-black outside with not a star in sight, save for a moon, which was gradually getting obscured by the gloomy clouds.
Only a bed lamp was lit.
He walked over to the bedside and gazed at the sleeping figure.
Someone had apparently smoothed out the blanket.
It must be the work of Youyou.
The considerate lad always hid his affections to himself.
This lucky, little woman would definitely be moved to tears should she know that her son had silently contributed so much for her.
Alas, he did not wish for her to know about it. This affection had always been kept from her awareness as the boy silently guarded her.
The man climbed into bed and took her in his arms.
In order not to wake her up, he moved with extra caution and rested her head on his arm gently; his fingers then brushed against her cheek.
His gaze fell on her face.