Night settled softly, like it knew how important this one was.
For the first time in days—no, weeks—Xu Jin slept well. The kind of sleep that sinks deep into your bones and refuses to let go. No restless tossing, no half-awake spirals. Just warmth, calm… and Chen.
In his dreams, everything was gentle and unreal.
He was holding Chen—again and again—as if afraid the dream would take him away if he loosened his grip. His arms fit too perfectly, wrapping around a waist so slim it felt almost unreal. In the dream, he realized with startling clarity that he could hold it with just one hand.
That thought alone made dream-Xu Jin smile.
Actually—real Xu Jin smiled too.
A slow, stupid, completely unguarded smile spread across his sleeping face. Soft. Blissed out. Ridiculously satisfied.
