In the moonlight shining through the lattice window, Jian An'an's back looked terribly frail, evoking a bittersweet ache and a profound sense of pity in one's heart.
Li Shaoting pressed his lips together and stared at Jian An'an for a long moment. Finally, stepping lightly, he walked toward her.
Jian An'an was already asleep, yet her brow remained tightly furrowed, as if her dreams were filled with unpleasant things that made her restless. He lifted the quilt and slipped under the covers. Pulling her into his arms, he pressed his body closely against her back and gently kissed the top of her head with unimaginable tenderness.
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