When Yue Yang woke, he found himself back in Tome World, lying in bed.
Only Sickly Beauty was beside him.
She was sleeping soundly by the bed.
Who knew what she was dreaming of? The corners of her lips carried a sweet smile. With a touch of tenderness, Yue Yang stroked her little face, tidied the few loose strands of hair hanging over her forehead, then climbed out of bed as quietly as he could and carried the bonelessly soft Sickly Beauty into his warm quilt. She seemed to sense something, yet did not wake from her dream. She merely shifted slightly to adjust her position, her jade-like hand habitually curling around Yue Yang as she hummed softly through her nose, exactly as she did whenever she rested beside him.
When awake, though gentle as water, she acted like a virtuous wife and caring mother, always mindful of propriety and rarely doing anything out of line.
Especially in front of Princess Xixi and the others.
Yet once she fell asleep—
She displayed a completely different kind of sweet, innocent charm. In her dreams, Sickly Beauty especially loved clinging to people, wrapping them up with hands and feet. Sometimes she would even lie against Yue Yang like a pillow, nestling her little head in his arms for the entire night. It did not feel like her at all; she was more like Bao'er, that carefree little girl who spent all day playing and causing a ruckus. Of course, this was actually Sickly Beauty's true nature.
During the day, she had to set an example for everyone, striving so hard to be a good helper at home.
At night, when it was only him and her—
She naturally returned to her true nature. If Yue Yu or Princess Xixi and the others