Seraphina's face was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. Her features were delicate and harmonious, with high cheekbones and a gracefully sculpted jawline. Her lips, pale and rosy, formed a perfect cupid's bow, adding to the ethereal allure of her visage.
Even in slumber, there was a serene tranquility that graced her expression. Her long eyelashes rested against her porcelain cheeks, and her breaths were gentle, rhythmic, and filled with an air of innocence.
Xin would have found himself spellbound by the sheer beauty before him. But right now, he was too stunned at how Seraphina was sleeping beside him.
Xin clenched his hair, wracking his brain for an explanation, but no answer seemed to materialize.
Then, in an instant, something clicked in his mind.
"I must still be dreaming," Xin thought to himself, his doubt growing. He decided to test his reality and quickly pinched himself.
