Even if she were heartless, she wasn't heartless to this degree.
It was either embarrassment or some other feeling altogether.
At this moment, even Shen Xingchen herself couldn't quite tell.
Just keeping Shen Li company like this, quietly watching him sleep, even though Shen Xingchen became drowsy, she didn't return to her own room. Instead, she slumped against the side of Shen Li's bed.
It was such a rare chance to watch over him at night; she couldn't bring herself to leave.
——
"Xingchen, Xingchen."
The next morning, when Shen Xingchen was deeply asleep, she heard someone calling her. She opened her eyes and instantly woke up.
Instinctively, she lifted herself up.
The next second, her brow furrowed tightly.
Her neck was so sore, so stiff.
Her hand had gone numb, and pins and needles coursed through her back and legs.
For a moment, Shen Xingchen didn't dare to move.
