The evening sunset brought a thick sense of warmth.
A breeze brushed by, causing the curtains to flutter, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants.
On the soft pillow, the woman's thick inky hair was randomly spread out, like a piece of fine silk, her porcelain-like cheeks exuded a faint pink color, and the sleeping her, had less sternness in her brows and much more softness.
Subconsciously, her long lashes fluttered, she raised her hand to rub her somewhat groggy head, and sleepily looked around the room, but she didn't find the familiar figure.
She yawned, her eyes were foggy, and she sat up lazily.
Suddenly, the sound of very light footsteps arose.
Jian Qing turned her head to look, her pupils were crystal clear.
The next second, the door opened.
A man with long legs stepped in, his handsome and charming face reflecting in her eyes, the two's gazes met in the air, and the corners of Jian Qing's lips quietly rose.
"Awake?"
