That night, Yan Xixi had insomnia.
It wasn't because of worry or unnecessary anxiety. In fact, she was quite at ease: after all, Wan Donglin was awake, and she could stay by his side. Despite the severe situation, isn't it true that there's nothing more significant than death?
Yet, she still had insomnia.
The doctor said that during this period, Wan Donglin needed to rest quietly, without exerting too much mental effort, and should sleep and rest well. She had so much to say, but didn't dare disturb him.
After a while, she thought he was asleep and got up quietly on tiptoe.
"Xixi."
She was taken aback and said softly, "Brother Donglin, you're not asleep yet?"
He sighed quietly, thinking that their time together was so precious. Wouldn't it be a huge waste to spend it sleeping? Besides, she had been breathing rapidly beside him, clearly restless with the rhythm of insomnia. So why make her endure it?
