In her previous life, Gu Jiao had never shared a bed with anyone, not even a female roommate. She thought she would have trouble sleeping, but within a short time, she fell asleep in the comforting aura.
While she journeyed into dreamland, Xiao Liulang did not fall asleep as quickly.
He looked at Gu Jiao lying beside him, the soft glow from the snow outside shining on her face through the paper window. She was lying on her side, the half of her face marked with the birthmark was pressed beneath her.
She was probably cold, her small face was glowing red. Her eyelashes were long and her features were delicate, if not for the birthmark, she would be a beautiful and enchanting young lady.
For some inexplicable reason, a sense of regret flashed in Xiao Liulang's heart.
But quickly, he furrowed his brows, trying to discard this interloping emotion.
Xiao Liulang was a poised sleeper, hardly moving an inch the entire night.
