"She is the reason he breathes"

Earlston, Scotland, 11:30;

Clutching onto the edges of 'Jane Eyre' written by the English Novelist Charlotte Brontë, the girl read the book to her darling, her toes curled by the arresting words inscribed within. 

"I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.", she read out, her tone more of a whisper. 

Unable to read any further, the girl adjusted her favorite bookmark between the pages and shut the book close. So emotional...

Letting out a shaky breath then, she turned to her Yuan for comfort, only to find him slumbering behind her. His head upon one of the luxe faux fur pillows he'd brought along, his one hand upon her right thigh.