It's dawn.
Jiang Xiaoxiao groggily wakes up.
Only to be stunned to find herself leaning on Song Moting's shoulder.
Perhaps because Song Moting was too shy to move away, he maintained a stiff posture all along, literally became a new height for her to sleep on.
Song Moting's shoulder still kept that posture.
Eyes shut deeply in sleep.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt apologetic; once she fell asleep, she was unaware of anything.
Poor Song Moting's shoulder must be sore.
She gets up, which startles Song Moting awake.
His tightly shut eyes opened, noticing Jiang Xiaoxiao's movement.
He smiles, this girl sleeps so soundly.
Then he retracts his arm.
But his already numb mouth twitches in pain.
He lets out a light groan.
Jiang Xiaoxiao turns back.
Meeting Song Moting's gaze, he bashfully smiles.
"It's alright, I'll just rub it a bit."
Trying hard to pretend he's perfectly fine.
Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but have a good feeling about Song Moting.
He's really a good person.
