The gentle autumn rain dripped lightly onto the surface of the small courtyard's water pool, creating delicate ripples. Two large banana plants swayed gently in the breeze, their broad leaves blocking the already dim light, casting blurry shadows on the floor inside the glass door.
In the early morning, Rose's bedroom appeared cool and tranquil. The bedside lamp, adorned with intricate designs, had been left on throughout the night. Due to the overcast sky, the soft light emitted by the lamp seemed unusually bright.
Yang Chen, who had changed into loose blue and white linen pajamas, lay on the bed with his eyes closed, emitting faint but steady breaths. However, his thick, black eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
The coffee-colored bedsheets were creased like liquid chocolate, as if indicating to anyone that the man who had slept in the bed the previous night had engaged in quite intense activities.
