It was already morning by the time Ye Wanwan woke up.
There was silence in the big room. The weather outside was clear, the sky was a wash of azure blue and there was a fresh scent of grass and soil lingering in the air.
Some kind of bird was perched on a branch, chirping in high spirits. Very swiftly, it flapped its wings and flew far away…
"You're awake."
Ye Wanwan was still in a daze, staring at the little bird which had flown afar when she was brought back to the present by the deep voice.
Ye Wanwan turned and realised that Si Yehan was seated on the chair next to her bed. He held a few documents with one hand while the other… was held firmly in her embrace and she had even unconsciously pressed it against her chest in her sleep, not letting him go.
Ye Wanwan was stunned and quickly released Si Yehan's hand. She wanted to speak but realised that her throat felt as if it had been burnt by fire; her lips were also dry and chapped.