The moonlight outside the window was as clean as if it had been washed with water. A few rays of light passed through the floor-to-ceiling screen and hit the side of Jingdu's face. Ye Nanyan leaned down and looked down at Jingdu: the little girl was sleeping deeply, her eyelashes looked extremely thick in the dark night, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. The breath exhaled from her nostrils gently hit Ye Nanyan's armpits, making her feel itchy.
Ye Nanyan lay down, held her in his arms, and closed his eyes. Everyone thought she was withdrawn, arrogant, unsmiling, and had a bad temper. Only he knew that she knew how to love someone better than anyone else. She talked to him softly, prepared every breakfast for him carefully, and said "good night" to him every night. She didn't want others to say bad things about him, she couldn't bear to make him sad, and she didn't make him angry. She did all the things for him that Jingdu would never do before.
Dear girl, I feel sorry for your loneliness and pity your pain. From now on, I am willing to accompany you through the darkness, through the four seasons, through the snow-capped mountains of Everest, and accompany you to bloom on the roof of the world...