The bedroom light cast a warm glow on the big bed, where the little lady lay on her side, her eyes closed as if she were asleep. Her eyelashes, highlighted by the warm light, were long and curled, like the trembling wings of a butterfly. There was also her delicate bridge of the nose, and her small, slightly pale lips...
Li Beijue's cold profile softened unbelievably.
He stood quietly beside the bed, his gaze firmly fixed on the 'sleeping' person on the bed, his thin lips, which had been tightly pursed, now relaxed.
Everyone thought Chi Enen was just average-looking, merely pretty. But in his eyes, even a single hair on this woman was God's most meticulous gift. She was more beautiful and comforting than any other woman.
