The night before the auction, Lin Yue lay in Zhuo Xiangqiao's arms, unable to calm her heart no matter what. Her hand tightly grasped Zhuo Xiangqiao's hand that was wrapped around her waist.
Lin Yue's eyes were tightly closed, and one of her hands slowly interlocked with Zhuo Xiangqiao's, while the other clutched the fabric of Zhuo Xiangqiao's shirt at his chest.
She pressed her forehead against Zhuo Xiangqiao's chest, and in this quiet room, she could even clearly hear Zhuo Xiangqiao's heartbeat.
In this room, the two people lying on the bed had no desire to sleep.
Zhuo Xiangqiao's mood was also extremely complicated; he held Lin Yue's hand tightly in his own palm.
He knew that although Lin Yue had her eyes closed now, she was not sleeping. With his free hand, he encircled Lin Yue into his embrace, gently patting her back to soothe her restless mind.
Although the two people on the bed were silent, they both knew exactly what was worrying the other.
