Now, she understood—her face was buried in someone's chest. She lifted her head and peeked out of the comforter. Her entire face was awash with complicated emotions when she saw his face.
He was sleeping very soundly. She could tell simply based on his breathing. Si Huang could not believe this. Shouldn't someone like him be a light sleeper? So alert that the slightest brush of the wind or rustle of the grass would startle him? Si Huang's eyes gradually sank as her sense of existence slowly slipped away while she quietly observed Qin Fan.
Once she lost this sense of amazement and her prejudice, she noticed all sorts of details about this man that she had never noticed before.
