Mo Lingwei didn't sleep for long. After a light doze, he stirred and woke up.
He turned his head and saw Shen Ningning beside him. Her eyes were also closed, her slender frame curled up slightly as she lay there.
The water rippled gently, and she, too, had been lulled to sleep by the skiff's rocking.
Even in her sleep, Shen Ningning still held the large lotus leaf over his head.
Mo Lingwei's sharp brows relaxed, his gaze softening with a lingering tenderness.
'If only it could always be like this.'
Mo Lingwei suddenly realized he had lost interest in possessing supreme power.
The only thing he wanted now was to see Shen Ningning the moment he opened his eyes.
Mo Lingwei reached out, subconsciously wanting to touch her fair, rosy cheek. But just then, the skiff lurched violently.
Startled from her sleep, the boat's momentum sent her tumbling into Mo Lingwei's arms.
