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The next day, bright and early, Yang Fei woke up.
He looked at Lin Xueyi, still deep in slumber, and sighed.
Mornings like this were not unfamiliar to Yang Fei.
Unconsciously, a heavy burden had settled on Yang Fei's shoulders.
Yang Fei turned his body to look at Sister Xueyi, her eyebrows slightly furrowed but her face flushed.
He tenderly kissed Lin Xueyi's forehead.
Yang Fei, careful not to wake Lin Xueyi, got out of bed softly.
However, as soon as he moved, Lin Xueyi's delicate arm wrapped around his neck.
"Afei, stay with me a little longer," she murmured.
Yang Fei lay back in bed, feeling utterly content.
Lin Xueyi let out a deep sigh.
"Honestly, I don't delude myself into thinking I can tie you down to me forever," she said.
"All I hope for is to always be by your side and to have a little corner in your heart."
Yang Fei hugged Lin Xueyi tighter.
"Don't worry, Sister Xueyi, you'll always be the one I love most."
