Chen Tang, having gone through quite a bit, slept soundly, his heart at ease.
Zhiwei was actually already awake.
Seeing Chen Tang sleeping on the other side, even though there was someone else in between them, she still felt a burst of joy, an inexplicable peace of mind.
This feeling was just like when she was a child, with her father and mother by her side.
Her memories of her mother were already faint.
Even the appearance was somewhat blurred.
But she still clearly remembered that before sleeping each night, she needed her mother to gently pat her body to fall asleep.
Chen Tang's slightly low breathing, to Zhiwei, actually felt reassuring.
As long as this sound was there, she knew that Chen Tang was always by her side, protecting her.
Before long, Zhiwei also fell asleep.
Among the three, the only one troubled was Qingmu.
Though the situation didn't count as sharing a bed, they were sleeping on the same heated platform, and beside her lay a spirited young man.
