In her sleep, she clung to him tightly.
Yun Ya smiled wryly, propped her cheek with one hand, and waited until he fell into a deeper sleep before she gradually pried his fingers open and freed her own hand, feeling her entire arm had gone sore.
Yun Ya washed up first, changing into home clothes—loose-fitting long pants and long sleeves—and let her hair down, which somehow added a touch of gentleness to her.
She stepped out onto the balcony, enjoying the night breeze with her eyes narrowed in pleasure.
That's when Yun Shu received a call from Yan Song, whom she greeted with a laughing tone, "Hello, Brother Yan."
"Are you asleep?" Yan Song asked in a soft voice.
Yun Ya noticed that ever since they had a falling out, Yan Song spoke with even greater tenderness, laced with carefulness, as if afraid that any careless word might anger her.
Yun Ya's lips curled up slightly as she gazed at the stars above, "I'm counting the stars."