In a modest apartment in Hangzhou, around eight in the morning, the chilly wind was blowing under the marvelous sun ablaze.
Inside the cozy comfort of someone's home, Zhu Li Qiang, lying by his side, supported his head with an elbow propped onto the bed. He was unmoving, lost in his own dreamy daze as he stared at the sleeping angel beside him. Wrapped in an all-white, fluffy cotton bedsheet and blankets and pillows, the sleeping beauty rested without regard around her. She was lost in her own dreamland.
'It's a dream come true.' Zhu Li Qiang whispered even in his mind, afraid to startle the sleeping angel beside him, afraid that the whistling wind outside will blow his dream into fairy dust.
The sleeping angel glimmered as the bright rays of the sun struck her flawless jadeite skin, and as the rays danced with the window's curtains, her healthy skin glowed even more as if thousands of glitters pranced with the roguish sunlight.
