The moonlight flowed quietly, while the sound of rain outside the window continued incessantly.
Jian Qing pulled open her quilt and glanced around the room, her gaze halting on the silhouette resting on the sofa.
The tall figure of a man was squished on the sofa that was clearly too small for him, looking somewhat constrained and amusing.
She carefully got out of bed and tip-toed towards him, listening to his steady, rhythmic breathing, before cautiously crouching down next to the couch.
Under the dim light, the man's outstanding features were revealed. With him asleep, the usual arrogance and coldness were gone. He was like a god who had descended to earth, exhibiting an unprecedented gentleness.
Jian Qing was suddenly reminded of the first time she saw him. Every moment they had spent together began replaying in her mind with vivid clarity.
When exactly did it start?
