The night passed slowly.
The rain outside continued its gentle pitter-patter, tapping against the wooden tree of their house like a soft lullaby. The sound blended with the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant rumble of thunder, soothing the quiet darkness.
On the upper floor, Su Qinglan's breathing slowly calmed, her body relaxing little by little as exhaustion finally caught up to her. Her eyes grew heavy, her lashes fluttering once, twice… before closing completely.
Within moments, she slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Xuan Long watched her.
His emerald eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, filled with so much affection. Even after everything… her anger, her threats, her scolding, he stared at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
His cold hand gently smoothed a few strands of hair away from her forehead.
He didn't want to look away from her, not even for a second. He wanted to stare at her forever.
But sleep was pulling at him too.
