Waking from his sleep, Shang Yu felt a familiar presence. He opened his eyes to see Qi Jingtao slumped by the side of the bed, resting.
Qi Jingtao’s face was covered in a light stubble. One of his hands, resting on the bed, was just inches from Shang Yu’s own; on his left hand, he still wore the ring.
A bittersweet ache tugged at Shang Yu’s heart. He didn't quite know how to face Qi Jingtao yet, and he was afraid that moving might wake him. But then, a thought struck him—if Qi Jingtao was here, how could Sun Lian have failed to notice?
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