In the morning, a gentle breeze lifted the delicate white gauze curtains by the window sill.
Outside, the weather was clear and sunny. Shu Pan's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she remained half-awake, feeling the blanket draped over her smooth skin. Next to her, there was the warmth of another body.
She slowly sat up, feeling a soreness in her body that made her gasp. Glancing at the red marks on her skin, her face flushed.
Looking at the familiar man lying beside her, her heart softened.
Moving her sore body, her gaze inevitably fell on the man.
He was as handsome as ever, no, even more so in his peaceful slumber, serene.
At this moment, the man was quiet, clean, devoid of his usual coldness, appearing more approachable.
Shu Pan stared at him absentmindedly, recalling last night's misunderstanding. It only confirmed that he had already occupied such an important place in her heart.
