Knowing that what she created was liked by others, Yu Xia felt as happy as a bubbly soda on a summer day, indescribably beautiful.
That night was the best sleep Yu Xia had had in over a decade. In her dreams, there were no cold operating rooms, no needles piercing into her flesh that made her colder and colder; her back didn't hurt, and she cried out "no more" in her sleep, loudly refusing. She slept happily and sweetly, a sweet smile hanging at the corners of her mouth as tears fell.
But Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao upstairs couldn't fall asleep so easily; both of them had a matter weighing heavily on their minds, unable to lie peacefully on the same bed and fall asleep in each other's arms until it was resolved.
"You said you have someone you like. Who is it? When did you meet? How long have you been together?" Lin Mengyao's smile disappeared as soon as she entered the room, looking at Xu Ke like a moving iceberg.
