Early morning.
The eastern sky had begun to show a faint glimmer of light, yet the downpour that started last night continued relentlessly.
Amidst the sound of rain, Yan Cheng slowly regained consciousness, gradually... waking up.
The pain in his back made him furrow his brows as he instinctively tried to shift his body.
But just as he moved, his hand suddenly brushed against something soft... like a girl's cheek.
He froze for a moment, then turned his head abruptly. What he saw was a girl dressed in a white dress, sleeping soundly by the bedside.
Upon seeing such a scene, Yan Cheng's body tensed up...
"Xuxu..." His thin lips moved slightly, calling out her name.
A gleam of delight flickered across his strikingly enchanting face.
He lifted his hand, his long fingers gently brushing against her hair.
It was golden straight hair, not Xuxu's jet-black, cascading curls.
