He rested his head on his own arm, and from his curled-up body, it was clear that he didn't sleep freely, his brow tightly furrowed, showing not a bit of safety.
Gu Nanqiao didn't know how to console him. She knew that even if his affection for Huo Xiong wasn't deep, seeing him pass away now must surely leave him feeling very uneasy.
After all, blood is thicker than water.
...
Huo Jingting woke up in the middle of the night.
He hadn't moved at all during his slumber, and upon waking, his arm was extremely sore and numb.
Opening his eyes, he instinctively reached out to touch beside him but didn't feel Gu Nanqiao's body.
He quickly sat up, his gaze sweeping around until he spotted her figure on the sofa.
Huo Jingting lifted the quilt and got up, walking over to the sofa, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep?"
Gu Nanqiao shook her head, her voice subtle and delicate, "I can't sleep."
Huo Jingting sat beside her, his long arm extending to pull her into his embrace.
