Hanzhi woke up from his nightmare. He gasped for air and pulled everything he could find into his arms. It took a long time to calm down.
Tang Tianxiao waited until he fell asleep again before gently pulling his hand out, and probed his forehead, finding that the fever had finally subsided.
He leaned over, Hanzhi's chest rose and fell gently, his breathing was barely audible, and his fair face was stained with sweat from the shock, adding a look of weakness to his plain face.
Tang Tianxiao stared at him quietly. Compared to the ordinary-looking Hanzhi, Tang Tianxiao looked much more distinguished. His nose was straight, his lips were thin, his eyes were bright and full of energy, and he seemed to have infinite edge. In addition, there was always a stern expression on his face. Others thought of him as something to be seen from a distance but not to be played with.
He looked up and down at Hanzhi, snorted, then lifted up the brocade quilt to cover the two of them, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Concept: You can't decide when the sun rises, but you can decide when you get up.