Lu Xiaoyou's skin appeared translucent under the sunlight.
Long Xiliang regarded her and suddenly felt as if she were an illusion that could dissipate at any moment in the light.
She heard the sound of fabric rubbing and turned her head to see Long Xiliang, wearing a bathrobe, walk over and sit on the bay window just like her.
Long Xiliang bent one leg and casually rested a hand on his knee.
Leaning against the wall, he watched Lu Xiaoyou's features glow in the light.
She ignored Long Xiliang, focusing intently on the slowly rising sun.
In the world of steel and concrete, it turned out that the sunrise was so magnificent and majestic, the sunlight dispelling the clouds, and the high-rise buildings reflecting the sky and white clouds like giant mirrors.
Long Xiliang found it peculiar that, at this time, he would usually be kept awake by the city's noise, yet with Lu Xiaoyou by his side, everything was quiet.
Lu Xiaoyou noticed Long Xiliang had drifted off.
