It was a very kind and gentle voice, enough to melt all the ice in Han Yi's heart.
This time, she did not push her away but instead tightly embraced the soft little body in her arms.
Tears flowed like a river...
The next morning.
Han Yi opened her eyes from her sleep.
Sunlight streamed in through the white curtain, becoming much softer.
Her head hurt a lot, a lingering effect of the hangover.
A tall figure walked over, blocking all the sunlight.
It was Gong Tingxuan, wearing a gray vest, white shirt, and a dark blue tie.
His hair was combed back, revealing his striking features.
His long eyes were bright, carrying the fresh scent of the morning as he approached her, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Good morning, wife..."
Han Yi rubbed her eyes and looked at him, still half-asleep.
"Mm, morning..."
He pinched her small nose playfully.
