The sunlight seeped through the curtains, indirectly shining into the VIP wardroom. In a piece of clarity, the dust particles floated in the fragments of sunlight, dancing to the special symbol belonging to life.
A pure, elegant fragrance of the viburnum tree wafted in the air as Wen Xinya remained unconscious, her face as white as a sheet. The rays of the sun gently caressed her face, making her look so transparent that it was as though she would break in a second.
"Mm!" She let out a sound. Her long lashes were like the shivering wings of a butterfly, slowly opening gracefully and beautifully. Her gaze was slightly vacant as if she was not fully awakened yet.
"Xinya, you're awake?" Guarding her bed was Old Master Mo, who grabbed her hand in excitement.
