Liang Chen took off his overcoat and tossed it on a sofa nearby, then walked towards Jing Haohao.
As he neared Jing Haohao, Liang Chen's footsteps instinctively became lighter without he himself realizing it.
The balcony used to be open, but after she started frequently spending her nights there alone, he had it enclosed with glass.
Now, under the glass, the balcony is warmed by the sunlight, feeling pleasantly comfortable.
Jing Haohao's head is angled to the side with her delicate pale face, bathing in the sunlight, glistening like white porcelain. Her rosy lips parted gently, exhaling in silence with eyes tightly shut, her long lashes casting a shadow under the sun, as if two mini fans were fanning her closed eyes.
She always looked clean and clear, and now with golden rays of sunlight kissing her face, she appeared to be a sacred angel.
Looking at her, Liang Chen couldn't help but smile, standing by her side, admiring Jing Haohao in peace.
