She opened her eyes and saw Jian Shichu sleeping beside her, his arm wrapped around her neck, deep in slumber.
The sky hadn't brightened yet, and a thin mist rose from the lake, the two of them covered with a snow-white blanket, soft and warm.
When he was asleep, his brows and eyes were gentle, clear and picturesque, and he was as handsome as a deity.
Ye Qingci couldn't help but laugh, leaning over to kiss him softly on the cheek.
His long eyelashes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes, his hazy gaze colliding with hers, innocent and pure like that of a child.
Ye Qingci laughed even more heartily, snuggling into his arms and kissing his chin, "Did I wake you?"
Jian Shichu reached out to touch her hand, checking the warmth of her palm, "Cold?"
Ye Qingci shook her head, "You're like a big furnace, I slept very well."
