Although sleeping in Lu Jingchen's arms made Song Qiao feel even more uncomfortable, it didn't take long for the scent of his shower gel, the same one she used, and the smell of his shaving cream to lull the already sleepy Song Qiao into listening to the steady beat of his heart and falling slowly asleep.
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Meanwhile, in the hospital at this moment, Ning Wan awoke in the middle of the night wanting to use the restroom. As soon as she opened her eyes, she sensed something was off and immediately sat up, scanning the room, only to find no one else but herself.
She frowned slightly, convincing herself she was overthinking it.
She felt as though someone had been sitting by her side while she slept, watching her intensely, but she was too tired to bother opening her eyes to see who it was.
The only impression was that the gaze, always on her, felt very familiar, as if she had been watched like this on countless nights before.
