After a quarter of an hour, Ling Qingzhu slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, much like a long-dormant flower gradually blooming under the gentle caress of the morning light. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, still carrying a trace of post-sleep languor and drowsiness, while her hands instinctively and gently groped around her.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Ye Fan watched this scene with a tender smile on his face. He reached out and gently took Ling Qingzhu's delicate, boneless hand.
Feeling the warmth and strength radiating from Ye Fan's palm, Ling Qingzhu slowly turned her head. Her gaze fell upon Ye Fan, and the corners of her mouth curved up slightly into a smile as beautiful and moving as blooming spring flowers. Immediately afterward, she exerted a little strength with her small hand, gently pinching Ye Fan's palm.
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