"Hmm?"
Na'er let out a questioning sound through her nose, her voice lazy and pleasant.
"I've always slept like this."
"And... this way, I can feel your heartbeat more clearly."
At her words, the faint stirrings in Chen Fan's heart were instantly replaced by a warm current.
He looked at her and, for a moment, found himself unable to say anything.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, falling perfectly over her body.
It coated her flawless jade-like figure in a holy layer of silver radiance.
Her skin was fairer than snow, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen, glowing softly beneath the moonlight.
She lay quietly in the crook of his arm, her arms naturally wrapped around his waist. Like a docile little cat, she depended on him completely.
At the tip of his nose lingered her unique, faint fragrance.
It was neither the scent of flowers nor the smell of cosmetics, but something belonging solely to her—a scent that made him feel at peace.
Every little moment they had shared over the years flooded into his mind.
From the little girl curled up in the forest when they first met, her eyes wary and helpless, to the breathtaking young woman she had become, who regarded him as her entire world.
Chen Fan's heart softened completely.
He no longer had any distracting thoughts.
All that remained was boundless affection and tenderness.
He reached out a hand and pulled her soft body closer into his embrace.
The feeling of their skin against each other was unexpectedly fitting, unexpectedly comfortable.
As though they had always been destined to be the closest pair in this world.
Chen Fan felt the exhaustion from his recent travels, along with the lingering displeasure from confronting Yu Xiaogang, vanish at that moment.
He held