An hour later, Shen Chuwei fell into a deep sleep.
Xiao Jinyan lowered his gaze to the person sleeping soundly before him, his eyes lingering on her for quite some time, resting on her eyebrows and the transparent teardrops still clinging to her long eyelashes; each time he heard her whimper like a kitten, he was exceptionally thrilled.
He stretched out his slender fingers to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then stood up, carefully covered her with the blanket, and slowly began to dress himself.
After he was dressed, he turned and walked to the desk in front of the screen, looked at the empty desk, then glanced over his shoulder at the bookshelf. His eyes caught a painting scroll hanging unopened on the wall next to the bookshelf.