After dinner, the two slept in one another's embrace. They didn't share many words and slept quietly. Their silence backfired on Weisheng when his eyes opened in the morning. Xiaoling hadn't mentioned what she wanted to do today, so Weisheng quietly remained in bed, waiting for her to wake up. He couldn't just go to work without knowing where she would be.
Holding her sweetly and gently in his arms, he wondered in surprise how elegantly she slept. The entire night, she had remained in the same position. Her hair was beautifully neat even while sleeping. It was fascinating for Weisheng because he moved a lot. He probably broke their hug throughout the night, getting back to it whenever he gained a little awareness.
He wondered if the elegance in her day-to-day activities came from her mortal life, where she was constantly forced to act a certain way. A sudden sorrow took over his face when he realized many of her actions reflected her mortal life.
