Lu Tianxing gently closed the door and walked to Bai Zhiqing's side, quietly watching her.
In her deep sleep, Bai Zhiqing lost the dominance she had during the day, her little mouth occasionally twitching as though she were a little girl dreaming of some delicious delicacy. The stunning coldness of her face had disappeared, revealing a fragile air; her shiny black hair reflected a soft sheen under the light, making her already ethereal beauty seem otherworldly, like a fairy from the heavens.
Seeing another side of Bai Zhiqing, Lu Tianxing gently shook his head, a pang of affection arose in his heart. Perhaps this woman simply used her frosty exterior to cover up the vulnerability within, he thought; the burdens suppressed in her heart were probably much more than he had imagined.
