In the living room:
Even though holding Bo Huan is a great effort for him right now, Bo Qing holds her tightly in his arms without letting go.
She is his life...
Bo Qing feels the muscles in his back pulling, and the pain quickly turns his face pale, beads of sweat covering his forehead.
Although he has rested for a few hours, the injury to his back has not improved at all.
Even so, Bo Qing carefully carries Bo Huan into the bedroom, gently lays her on the soft bed, and covers her with a thin blanket.
Bathed in moonlight, he gazes at the girl on the bed, his eyes filled with endless tenderness.
Her perfection is beyond words.
Like the stars, illuminating his life.
Bo Qing's gaze is profoundly deep, and he slowly leans down to kiss the woman's forehead.
...
After settling Bo Huan in, Bo Qing walks back to the living room.
His gaze falls on the phone that Bo Huan just dropped on the sofa.
Bo Qing purses his lips, steps forward, and picks up the phone.
