While Yan Ye was taking a bath, Lian Xinying tidied up the bedroom.
When he came out, she rushed forward and embraced him.
"Don't move... Your leg hasn't healed yet. I don't want you to pick me up!" Yan Ye said, intending to turn off the lights after getting onto the bed.
Lian Xinying immediately turned on the lamp on her side.
The lamp's light was orange, casting an intimate glow.
"I like the beauty of haziness," Lian Xinying explained.
...
The next day.
Today was Su Rong's wedding, and Lian Xinying had set the alarm for seven o'clock the night before.
When the alarm went off, Yan Ye, with a long stretch, grabbed her phone and turned off the alarm.
...In her heart, she always remembered his serious injury, so her touch was as light as if she were tickling Yan Ye with a feather.
So, it was inevitable that Lian Xinying couldn't wake up this morning.
The alarm had just made a sound, to which she was completely oblivious.
