A moment later, Gu Yelin, who had been deep in slumber, slowly opened his eyes.
His long lashes quivered slightly, his cold and piercing black eyes opened without a hint of sleepiness, filled entirely with lucidity.
Years of living on the edge had accustomed Gu Yelin to a high level of vigilance from a very young age, even at his own home, he slept lightly, and only by An Yiqing's side could he really sleep well.
Opening his eyes, it took less than a second for Gu Yelin to become fully alert. He did not move his body, still holding An Yiqing without stirring, he lowered his gaze to look carefully at the person sleeping soundly in his arms.
At this moment, Gu Yelin had shed his usual depth and ferocity; his eyes were filled with nothing but tenderness and happiness. Looking at An Yiqing, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Gu Yelin tightened his arms around her gently, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones and blood.