Chapter 63 - A Rare Night of Peaceful Sleep (2/2)

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ZhouXiang woke up very early. He didn’t remember when he fell asleep last night. When he woke up, the sky was mistily bright.

He moved. He thought that he was still sleeping on the side but at some unknown time, he had laid down flat on his back. However, YanMingXiu was still hugging him, his tall nose pressed against his face and his warm breadth drizzled on his skin, so close that there is basically no distance between the two.

In that moment, it was as if it was a lifetime ago…like nothing had happened; he was still that (older) ZhouXiang. He merely had nightmare. When he wakes up again, the person he love is still sleeping next to him. Those bitterly disappointed memories would be like fragments of a dream that is ruthlessly shattered.

If that’s the case… if that’s the case…

ZhouXiang’s gradually alert eyes stared at the luxurious chandelier above his head. This did not belong in the old home that he had lived for 30 years. Everything is not a dream. It is real.

ZhouXiang felt pained, his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He turned his face. YanMingXiu’s deeply asleep face is in close proximity to his. That face is a miracle from the Creator. ZhouXiang is so mesmerized every time he sees it.

YanMingXiu slept very deeply. ZhouXiang would never know that YanMingXiu had not been able to sleep so deeply for a long… long time.

ZhouXiang reluctantly regained his senses, wanting to pry YanMingXiu’s hand away to get up. Just when he moved, the hand that was holding his waist suddenly tightened. YanMingXiu knitted his brows while still sleeping, as if he was grabbing onto his life-saving straw, using such powerfully forceful strength to hug him, with his head deeply buried in his neck.

ZhouXiang didn’t want to wake him up but he wanted to get off the bed. After trying a few times, he finally awakened YanMingXiu.

YanMingXiu stared at him hazily for a long time before gradually finding his focus, his voice hoarse, “It’s you.”

ZhouXiang looked at him silently, and then tried to get up again.

YanMingXiu didn’t stop ZhouXiang from getting out of bed this time, but pulled his arm back and stared at his hand.

ZhouXiang got up and went to the bathroom.

The spot next to YanMingXiu is empty, taking away the surrounding body heat. In that moment, YanMingXiu suddenly experienced what he felt two years ago. When he heard the devastating news. At that moment his body felt void. He panicked and cried out, “Come back!!”

ZhouXiang was shockingly frightened. His foot had already stepped into the bathroom. He turned to look at YanMingXiu.

YanMingXiu looked at him with blood-shot eyes.

This person… he is more and more unable to understand.

Since the accident, he had not been able to have a good night’s sleep. For a long time, he had not experience what it felt like to be able sleep at ease, without any inhibitions. But yesterday, he merely hugged this person and was able to sleep peacefully with no dreams. Just like on this night, he was able to make up for all the sleep he had been lacking. He felt relieved and comfortable. He knew that he instinctively held onto this person or perhaps his instinct knew what this person could bring him.

Why!!

He is not ZhouXiang. They just have the same name, just similar figure, just …. but he is not ZhouXiang!

YanMingXiu’s face paled; the pain in his eyes couldn’t even be concealed.

He has fallen to the point of looking for the shadow of that person in a substitute. This is his punishment. When he thought that he was using ZhouXiang as WangYuDong’s substitute, he was not aware of the actual person who had entered his heart.

He had failed miserably with this method but still could not help himself from wanting to try. There are no other reasons. Just that he was in too much pain. He can’t endure anymore.

He was adamant that ZhouXiang is not dead but no one could confirm it. That little doubtful voice in his heart is getting louder and louder, but is roughly suppressed by him time and time again. To continually be persistent with this thought, he needed a lot of willpower. He knew better than anyone else. Even if this ZhouXiang could bring him a little comfort, he wanted to be close to him, just like a long frozen person wanting to be close to a matchstick.

This can’t save him… but he couldn’t stop himself from taking that little warmth.

He exhaustively looked at ZhouXiang, who is standing in front of the bathroom, waiting for him to say something. He lowly muttered, “I want to eat, cook for me.”