"Brother, don't go..."
Bai Yao thought Jiang Xinli had woken up.
His muscles tensed, and his heart started pounding wildly.
He glanced at Jiang Xinli out of the corner of his eye and saw her eyes were still closed, letting out a secret sigh of relief.
'Thank goodness, she's just talking in her sleep.'
Besides, a layer of fabric from his sleeve was still between her hand and his arm.
'As long as there's no skin-to-skin contact, Yu Hanche won't be able to sense it.'
He took out a silk handkerchief to place over his palm, preparing to move her hand off his arm, but then Jiang Xinli gently shook his arm and sobbed softly, "Brother, I miss Mom and Dad..."
The man froze, a trace of heartache appearing on his gentle, handsome face.
He couldn't help but look over at her.
The girl's delicate features looked especially soft in the darkness of the night.
Her long, smooth black hair was spread across the pillow like satin.
