It was not yet time for sunrise when Gu Yuheng simply found a place to sit down.
The person in his arms was still deep asleep. During the ascent, he had accidentally stepped on some dry branches a few times, the sounds a bit loud, but she only slightly furrowed her brows, then rubbed her face against his chest and went back to sleep.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps the scent of the person holding her was familiar, providing her with a great sense of security, so she did not wake up during the journey.
The sweeter her sleep on the way, the stronger the sense of accomplishment in Gu Yuheng's chest.
At this moment, the smile in his eyes as he watched her small face seemed almost tangible, ready to pour out.
He didn't intend to put the person in his arms down, so he just kept holding her, leaning back slightly against the trunk of a large tree behind him, planning to close his eyes and rest for a while.
