Ye Siheng directly returned to his bedroom.
Because he had not returned yet, a lamp was still left burning in the room, providing enough light.
The bed curtains had already been changed to light gauze.
He could vaguely see Nanli's figure and gently walked over, lifting the bed curtain. He saw that she was sleeping soundly and peacefully.
Unable to resist, he reached out and touched her face. If it had been before, she would have woken up and playfully asked him to stop touching her.
But today, her breathing was still even.
It seemed she was just too tired.
Ye Siheng withdrew his hand and adjusted the quilt for her.
After he finished washing and changing, he lay down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms.
But soon, he furrowed his brows.
Nanli seemed fragile, but in reality, her body was full of firm muscles. When touched, she felt anything but frail.
But these past two days... it seemed as though he could almost feel her bones.