During the naptime, Shen Chaoxi, who usually did not sleep, came over and, unusually, took an afternoon nap.
When she woke up, she discovered that it was already dark outside.
Raising her arm to check her watch for the time, she was surprised to find her hand grasped by a larger one.
The hand was warmer than her own body temperature and felt dry yet familiar.
Only then did Shen Chaoxi realize there was someone lying beside her.
She had slept so deeply that she hadn't even noticed when he came in and lay down to share the pillow with her.
"What time is it? Is it time to go home?" Shen Chaoxi turned over and, with the dim light from outside, she looked at the man's well-defined facial features.
After more than a month of recuperation, the man had recovered to his former self, no longer the gaunt figure he had been during his hospital stay, with a more temperate aura between his brows.