His gaze softened a little, as he sat by the bedside watching over her in a daze.
As it approached midnight, Qiao Mo sobered up a bit from the alcohol, but her head was still groggy.
"Water…" Qiao Mo propped herself up, not yet aware of where she was, when a glass of warm water was brought to her lips.
Gulping down several big sips, she finally settled like a fish returning to water.
"Sleep a little longer." He tucked the blanket around her.
After all, the night was still long, and if she woke up now, it might be a long while before she could fall asleep again.
Hearing his familiar voice, Qiao Mo looked at his handsome face in a daze, noticing the concern in his eyes, she chuckled, "Fu Nancheng."
"Hmm?"
Hearing her call his name gave him peace of mind.
How long had it been since he last heard her call his name, how long since he could properly look at her, hold her.
