It was past six in the morning, and the sky was just beginning to break. The faint morning light filtered through the train windows, casting a gentle glow inside the carriage.
Gently massaging Lin Zimo's thigh, Su Qing asked with a hint of reproach, "Still trying to act tough?" Her eyes held a mixture of tender heartache and playful blame.
Helplessly, Lin Zimo raised a hand and gave her a light tap on her head. "And whose fault is it that you wanted to sleep comfortably?" At that moment, he truly could no longer feel his leg; it felt as heavy as if it had been filled with lead, and it was by no means a comfortable sensation.
Chapter 115