In the official office, the first ray of sunlight quietly shone beside the pillow.
And on the bed, a still somewhat pale face seemed to sense something. The long eyelashes covering the thin eyelids trembled slightly and finally opened.
A pair of slightly bloodshot, reddened eyes gradually regained clarity.
It was Yu Wenye.
Even before waking up, he felt waves of soreness all over his body. After recalling carefully, he remembered that he had been tormented by a mild fever all night, barely managing to fall asleep as dawn broke, yet despite this short sleep, he still hadn't improved much.
Especially since his hand felt weighed down by something heavy, unable to move.
He slowly lowered his head, only to discover that his hand was tightly held by another fair and slender hand, which seemed to have been gripping it the entire night.
It was Shang Ruyi.
She was holding his hand, kneeling by the bed and asleep, her small face pale from exhaustion resting on the back of his hand.
