"Can you... Can you be mine? Can you always stay with me?" Yan Pingze murmured very softly. His eyes seemed to be shining slightly as he looked at Fang Jinhuan, who was lying on the table tired from an operation and sleeping in a mess. Slowly, he reached out his hand and touched the senior's face bit by bit. It was warm and soft. The touch was exactly the same as what he had imagined in countless dreams. It was even closer, making him even more reluctant to leave.