Gong Yi was like a chatterbox, babbling on about this and that before Hua Mi fell into a groggy sleep.
When she woke up, the snow outside was still falling, and Gong Yi lay beside her.
He didn't dare scooch too close to her; on the 1.5-meter-wide bed on the motorhome, Hua Mi slept in the middle, while Gong Yi lay on the edge of the bed.
Half of his body was still hanging off the edge.
Hua Mi slightly opened her eyes and, in the dim light, looked at Gong Yi lying on his side beside her. He was clutching the corner of her blanket, covering her from head to foot tightly.
At that moment, Gong Yi was asleep too.
His eyebrows were furrowed as if in his dreams he was still worried about this and that.
Hua Mi turned her head to closely observe Gong Yi's resolute facial features, as she carefully recalled distant memories.
In the memories of her two lifetimes, there had never been a man who could be so close to her.
