Sleeping in the car was never as comfortable as on a bed, and Long Yueze hadn't slept for long when he awoke around four in the morning, quietly putting on his jacket.
Before getting out of the car, he glanced at Han Jiaojiao. In her deep sleep, she was quiet and docile, devoid of the defiance and coldness of the daytime, lying beside him like a delicate and adorable doll.
Watching her sleep so peacefully, he felt an odd sense of tranquility in his heart.
Long Yueze couldn't resist the urge to touch her cheek but slowly withdrew his hand upon catching sight of the dagger in her grasp.
Han Jiaojiao's arm protruded from the sleeping bag, clutching a gleaming military dagger.
Long Yueze gave a bitter smile, for even in sleep, she didn't drop her guard. Was he really that untrustworthy? Unreliable?
He really was a failure...