Fang Qingze gently pried open Ye Chuqing's fingers and pulled his hand free.
He squatted by the bedside, quietly watching Ye Chuqing's sleeping face. In sleep, she was serene and sweet, finally lacking all her usual boisterousness.
She was a grown adult, yet harder to soothe than Mihua; he could only wonder how her mother had managed all these years.
Chapter 136