If it wasn't for her being too pale, so pale that there was no trace of blood, he might have thought she was just asleep.

Most of the time, Qin Yue thought she was asleep. As long as he waited a little longer, she would wake up, open her eyes and look at him, smile at him softly, and call his name softly——Qin Yue .

Except for her, almost no one called his name like that.