Gu Chaohan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, "No, don't overthink it."
Besides, how they feel is their business, as long as he doesn't hate her, that's enough.
His broad palm gently stroked her hair, their faces intimately close together.
Su Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring one thing or another; eventually, feeling tired, she closed her eyes.
Before long, she fell asleep.
...
The next day when she woke up, the sunlight was warm.
The sunlight fell on her eyelashes, covering them with a fine layer of color.
Su Yan kept her eyes closed, reaching to the side only to find nothing.
Gu Chaohan must have been up for a while, as the spot next to her was cold, without any warmth.
She paused before opening her eyes and, after putting on her pajamas, looked around the bedroom to find him on the balcony making a call.
Su Yan walked over quietly, making little noise since she was barefoot.
