The first light of dawn filtered gently through the carved lattice windows, washing the chamber in hues of gold and pale white. The lanterns had long since burnt out, leaving only the soft morning glow to reveal the quiet aftermath of the night.
Zhao Mingxi stirred faintly, her lashes fluttering as she opened her eyes. The warmth surrounding her was the first thing she noticed — strong, steady arms wrapped firmly around her, pulling her close against a chest that rose and fell in calm rhythm.
She shifted slightly, and the movement caused Feng Yun's embrace to tighten instinctively. His hand rested lightly at her waist, his touch protective even in sleep.
Her lips curved into the faintest smile. For all his arrogance and unshakeable confidence, this side of him — the quiet, unguarded warmth — belonged only to her.
