Zhou Fan looked back and saw that Lin Qianqian still had her eyes closed, half lost in sleep.
Yet her hand gripped his tightly.
"Don't go..." she murmured in her sleep, as though she were afraid of something and unwilling to let go.
This was the first time Zhou Fan had seen Lin Qianqian like this.
People always said that when someone was vulnerable, they instinctively sought someone to lean on.
No matter how strong they usually were on the inside, everyone had a vulnerable side.
Lin Qianqian had always been strong-willed and refused to admit defeat.
But at this moment, even she couldn't escape the vulnerability in her heart.
Zhou Fan stopped and looked at Lin Qianqian lying in bed. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to stay.
He didn't pull his hand free. Instead, he let her hold on, giving her warmth and reassurance.
He simply sat by the bed, watching Lin Qianqian.
Quietly gazing at her beautiful, peaceful face.
Quietly keeping her company.
"Mm..."
Lin Qianqian slowly opened her eyes, her blurred vision gradually coming into focus.
The patterns on the ceiling came into view. Sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, casting a golden strip across the floor.
She shifted a little and realized she seemed to be holding something.
Turning her head, she found Zhou Fan sitting in the chair beside her bed, his upper body slumped over the edge and his head resting on his arm, sound asleep.
His left hand was still holding hers.
She couldn't tell whether he was holding her hand.
Or she was holding his.
Lin Qianqian froze for a moment.
Fragments of last night's memories slowly surfaced.
She remembered feeling very unwell last night and drifting off on the living room sofa after her shower.
Only when