The next morning, Chu Ran looked at Zhou Yuan, who had fallen asleep while still in a half-squatting position, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Although she didn't know what happened last night, she could roughly guess.
After finishing her work, she had fallen asleep, and when Zhou Yuan came back, he saw that she had a nightmare, so he stayed with her throughout, giving her an overwhelming sense of happiness.
But the better Zhou Yuan treated her, the more inexplicably uncomfortable she felt.
Could it be depression?
Life seemed short in the span of decades, but the days still had to be lived one by one.
Even if there was a day of aging and death, at least she could spend the rest of her life with Zhou Yuan.
"I should be more open-minded!"
A charming smile blossomed at the corners of Chu Ran's mouth as she comforted herself, waving her hand to stroke the face that she couldn't bear to forget.
"Hmm?"