Song Lan really wants him to believe it, and Xiao Xingchen wants to believe it, too.
He watches Song Lan for a moment, but he feels his vision lose focus, the mental exhaustion of the day finally settling in. Even if the bed is hard, it's more comfortable than his bed for the past years. The matter of them both finding better cover can be discussed later, as well as... perhaps other things they ought to catch up on.
Not that that is too important.
What matters is that they're together again, he thinks, as his eyelids drift closed.
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Song Lan really wants him to believe it, and Xiao Xingchen wants to believe it, too.
He watches Song Lan for a moment, but he feels his vision lose focus, the mental exhaustion of the day finally settling in. Even if the bed is hard, it's more comfortable than his bed for the past years. The matter of them both finding better cover can be discussed later, as well as... perhaps other things they ought to catch up on.
Not that that is too important.
What matters is that they're together again, he thinks, as his eyelids drift closed.