Perhaps it was the cold weather, and the blankets were not insulating enough--as they slept, they had rolled towards each other. Zhou Zishu's back was slightly curved, making him look as though he was nestled in Wen Kexing's embrace. In the latter half of every night, Zhou Zishu could never fall asleep, and he was long used to this. However, when he opened his eyes and heard someone else breathing next to him, he recalled that there was still such a person beside him. Feeling a little awkward himself, he wanted to shift away unnoticed, but the two internal injuries he had suffered prevented him from summoning the energy to do so. Left with no choice, he gritted his teeth tightly and bore it.

Wen Kexing’s brow furrowed. Tightening his arm, he lifted his upper body slightly, and freed a hand to rest it on Zhou Zishu’s back. Yet, he did not dare to act rashly, and merely asked in a soft voice, “What is it, does it hurt?”

Zhou Zishu did not say anything, but unconsciously hunched his back even further, his fingers tightening in the sheets--every night, it was this while at midnight when the pain alternated that hurt the most. Once he pulled through it, he could meditate on his own, and tolerate it better.

He closed his eyes. In the coldest of winter nights, sweat beaded finely at the sides of his forehead. He tried his best to slow his breathing and steady it, but even so, Wen Kexing could still hear the unsteady tremble to his breaths.

He quietly pulled Zhou Zishu into his embrace by the shoulders and back. His other arm encircled his waist to let Zhou Zishu rest his head against his chest, and, as though he was hugging a child in the throes of a nightmare, Wen Kexing gently stroked his back to soothe him.

For this rare once, Zhou Zishu acquiesced.

At that moment, they were both awake, but they were both silent. As the neverending night glided past by the window, time and pain seemed incomparably protracted, so protracted that...it demanded to be carved deep into bone as a memory.

Inwardly, Zhou Zishu was a little stupefied. In the day, they purposely pulled dirty tricks on each other to undermine the other party, but in the night, they were like this, as though they only had each other. Wasn’t this very erratic?

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