Yan Luoxi nodded her head. She wasn't too concerned about other people; she was just worried that her presence might cause conflict between him and his family. The words of Xue Shuying still echoed in her ears. She didn't want to be the reason for any discord between him and his family.
Perhaps truly exhausted, Yan Luoxi continued massaging until she heard his steady and even breathing. She slowly stopped, pulled the quilt over him, and didn't call for him to wake up and take a bath.
She sat down beside him, her fingers sketching the contour of his face in the air, engraving his image into her heart.
After a long while, she withdrew her hand, lifted her head to look out the window at the full moon, feeling melancholic at heart. Another day had ended. How much longer could she stay by his side like this?
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