When he woke up in the morning, Mo Jingchun realized that at some point last night, Candy, without a pillow, had used his arm as a pillow, resting her little head on it, and the little one slept soundly.
However, Mo Jingchun felt his right hand was almost useless, his entire arm tingling like an old black-and-white TV without a signal, with countless pins and needles dancing on it.
Cautiously, Mo Jingchun supported Candy's little head with his left hand and grimaced as he withdrew his right arm.
It's numb, it's numb...
Mo Jingchun tried to move his fingers, which merely twitched slightly.
After a while, Mo Jingchun finally felt his right hand was still his own, thankfully, he could still use it.
Standing by the window now, Mo Jingchun glanced at the clean world outside washed by the rain.
The rain had stopped, but the ground was still wet.
It seemed that the rain might have kept falling until morning.
