The next day, early morning.
The sunlight in view stirred the sleeping dreams awake.
When Wen Sheng woke up, Fu Yanlin's figure was already absent from her side. Yet the trace he'd left where he had laid was a testament to the intimate night they had spent together.
Barefoot, Wen Sheng went to the kitchen for water while rubbing her eyes.
Just as she left her room, she heard slight sounds coming from the kitchen. Walking towards the noise groggily, she saw the tall figure of a man busy in the kitchen.
Fu Yanlin was up early, had taken a bath, and changed into a white t-shirt and casual shorts. He looked neat, refreshing, handsome, and domestic.
The apartment had a particularly large and bright floor-to-ceiling window, and at this moment, the morning light was just about right, refracting through the glass, casting beautiful rays on the floor.
Touched by the scene before her, Wen Sheng squinted and unknowingly, a smile curled up at the corners of her mouth.
