641 When we grow old

Though Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran's home was in the suburbs, it was more tranquil than the hustle and bustle of the city. However, compared to the countryside's nights, it still lacked tranquility.

The air here was fresh, carrying a faint aroma of cherry blossoms. For sleeping, they deliberately kept the windows open, allowing the faint scent to infiltrate their room, lingering in their breaths - even their dreams were imbued with a sweet fragrance.

Wen Ran laid in Mo Xiuchen's arms, tightly encircling his strong waist with her arms. The thought of him leaving the next week turned her heart sore.

Seemingly sensing her reluctance, Mo Xiuchen gently kissed her forehead and softly whispered in her ear, "Ranran, sleep."

"Okay."

She buried her face into his chest and forced herself to fall asleep.

In this environment, it was indeed easier to fall asleep. Before long, she fell into a dreamland. Yet, her grasp around his waist didn't lessen even a bit.