Morning sunlight seeped through the curtains into the bedroom, accompanied by the chirping of birds, as Shen Mochen leisurely awakened in the wafts of sweet air.
The first thing that caught his eye was that miracle of the cosmos, and Shen Mochen paused for a moment before realizing he was still holding someone's wrist.
Without hesitation, Shen Mochen shifted slightly and carefully withdrew his hand.
Last night, he had dreamed he was in a cradle, someone humming softly beside his ear.
Yuncui was lying on her side at the edge of the bed, her body slightly curled; she had only pulled the blanket over her belly.
The sunlight was behind her, and under the blue pajama was an incredibly graceful figure, her hair hanging down slightly messy on her face, exuding a hazy sanctity.
Shen Mochen glanced over, her back was just on the edge of the bed, a gentle push would have made her fall.
