Nie Qingzhou helped Xia Yi lie down on the bed and tucked her in. He hesitated for a moment, then brought his own pillow and blanket over, placing them beside Xia Yi’s. He then took a scarf and tied his hand to hers, so that if she got up again in the middle of the night, he would sense it immediately.
He lay on the bed beside Xia Yi, who was hugging the blue quilt, as if covered by a layer of waves. She was lying on her back looking up at the ceiling, as if she was in a daze, her eyes staring straight up and rarely blinking.
Nie Qingzhou patted Xia Yi’s shoulder and softly said, “You need to rest. Sleep, Xia Xia.”