“It’s okay,” Si Nan said hoarsely, nestling deeper into Zhou Rong’s embrace, and after a moment, almost inaudibly murmured: “I’m sorry.” Zhou Rong didn’t hear clearly: “What?” Si Nan closed his eyes: “Nothing.” They huddled together, their bare skin tightly pressed, the seamless warmth relaxing their nerves. Zhou Rong, who hadn’t slept for nearly forty hours, finally felt a hint of fatigue. ”Sleep.” Zhou Rong closed his eyes, then forced them open again: “I have a meeting at the General Staff Headquarters in two hours…” ”I’ll wake you up in two hours,” Si Nan curled up on his chest, softly saying: “When you wake up… you’ll find all problems have been resolved. Please trust me.” Zhou Rong fleetingly harbored a trace of doubt, but his consciousness quickly blurred. He kissed Si Nan’s hair, closed his eyes, and fell into a brief slumber within minutes. The bedside night light flickered in the darkness. Si Nan opened his eyes, his gaze calm and alert. He quietly waited in his rest.
☆、Chapter 77
22:00 PM. As the bathroom water stopped, Si Nan wiped his wet, exceptionally black short hair with a towel, quickly putting on a T-shirt, jacket, and black cargo pants, silently walking to the dormitory door and turning the handle.
