Zhan Nanjue sat up, thought about smoking, but just after finding the lighter, he put it back.
He looked dazedly at the sleeping Gong Shirao.
This girl, whom he wanted to protect at all costs, only at this time, when she was asleep, when she didn't know, dared he reveal his true emotions.
How good can a person be, how pure can her world be, to grow into such a beautiful and pure form.
Her world has always been clean.
Her life is like a blank sheet of paper.
And he has too much unworthiness.
Truly unworthy of the favor of someone so wonderful as her.
Yet, at this deep and quiet night, he realized, in fact, he was even more afraid.
Afraid of her going into someone else's embrace.
Afraid of hearing news about her getting engaged to someone else.
Afraid of having to bless her.
Afraid of truly losing her, her gentleness.
