The waning stars gradually hid themselves from view, and the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
On the horizon, the glow of the sunrise leapt forth, and a slit in the grey shroud of heaven appeared as if by magic, the rosy light spreading through the crevice, gradually reddening the clouds all around.
The hazy feeling slowly dissipated as the first rays of sunlight brushed over the mountains with the breeze.
Lian Qiong cast a sidelong glance at the person beside him.
The young master, expressionless, stared at the sunrise, the brilliant radiance reflected in his clear pupils, the pale skin of his face touched with a faint golden hue, as if he himself were immersed in the light.
Lian Qiong's gaze drifted from his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes, to the bridge of his nose, and then to his lips...
His lips were perfectly shaped, the color attractive, luscious and full, as though moistened by morning dew.
Lian Qiong felt an inexplicable dryness in his mouth.
