His eyebrows were deep-set, his nose bridge was high and straight, and his black hair was slightly messy.
Although his complexion was somewhat tired, it couldn't hide his handsome appearance.
Feeling the movement on the bed, Pei Zhiyao slowly opened his eyes, his gaze carrying a touch of the morning's haziness.
In the morning's faint light, Pei Zhiyao slowly opened his eyes, those deep-set ones shimmering particularly brightly amid the blurry morning light. His eyelids bore a trace of light fatigue, as if recounting the vigil he kept the night before.
He gently sat up, his motions light and elegant as if afraid to disturb the tranquility of the morning. His fingers grazed his hair, meticulously arranging his black tresses, the delicate strands glistening faintly in the morning light.
The look he gave Wen Mian was full of concern and worry, those deep and warm eyes seemingly capable of drawing someone in completely.
