"Oh," Ran Yan forced herself to liven up.
Seeing her straining to keep awake, her head bumping against his chest and then jolting awake with a face full of sleepy haze, Xiao Song found her expression, unlike her usual cold hardness, unexpectedly cute. His heart softened, and he began to tell her jokes, recounting his embarrassing childhood moments and stories of cunning battle in court.
Xiao Song's voice was naturally pleasant to the ear, and Ran Yan felt his husky, gentle tone was even more like a lullaby. She quickly said, "Stop talking; your voice seems to be luring me to sleep."
Xiao Song couldn't help but chuckle.
The heavy snow was swirling.
A figure clad in black had followed them for a long time from the rooftops, finally stopping atop a tower and no longer advancing, watching as their silhouette gradually disappeared into the snow-filled night. He could hear their conversation and sense Ran Yan's unwitting relaxation in Xiao Song's presence.
