Xingyu did not know when she had fallen asleep, but by the time she woke up again, the entire top of the tower was bathed in sunlight. Because the tower was so high, soft, fluffy white clouds drifted just outside the window, close enough to touch.
Samuel seemed to lack a sense of security; he was holding Xingyu from behind, his tall, lean frame completely enveloping her. Not only that, he had one arm draped over her waist while his other hand gripped hers, their fingers locked together in an unyielding grasp.
The only movement Xingyu could manage was wiggling her fingers to rub her sore, sleepy eyes. She rubbed them and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.
Chapter 102