The weather in Capital City was always terrible, with the skies perpetually gloomy as if the Heavens were ceaselessly swallowing clouds and spewing mist.
But today, the weather was quite pleasant; bright rays of sunshine spilled through the window early in the morning, casting hot patches of light across the quaint wooden bed through the plain blue mosquito net and onto the snowy white delicate figure sprawled across it.
As the light hit her, Jiang Yixue instinctively wanted to lift her arm to stretch lazily.
But before her hand even rose, she felt a heavy weight on her body, and every inch of her seemed to be falling apart, aching everywhere.
Then, she saw Ye Feng leaning half upright on the bed, propping his head with one hand and sillily staring at her with a tilted head.
Last night…
Seeing Ye Feng's eyes, Jiang Yixue's heart suddenly clenched, and then her eyes revealed a hint of shyness and annoyance.
