Just when Gu Yan was struggling and didn't know what to do, Tang Yuxiu on the bed stirred and slightly opened his eyes.
He vaguely saw that there was a person standing by his bed.
She was wearing pajamas, her body slightly thin, with long hair falling on her shoulders, and under the soft lighting, she seemed both dreamy and real.
This face was the one he thought about countless days and nights, causing him heartache to the bone, yet it was a face he could neither touch nor see.
"Yanyan..." he called out drowsily, having no strength at all due to being drunk, even finding it difficult to lift his hand.
Upon hearing his voice, Gu Yan immediately bent down and held his hand.
"What's wrong? I'm here."
"Yanyan..." Tang Yuxiu felt her warmth, and suddenly, from nowhere, found the strength to hold her and abruptly roll over.
Gu Yan was caught off guard, being held by him and rolling over onto the other side of the bed she had been contemplating for so long.
Gu Yan, "…"
