「The next morning.」
As the first rays of dawn streamed through the window, the pair slowly woke from their hazy slumber.
The first thing Hua Xiaomo saw when she woke up was the man beside her, and her eyes immediately widened in shock.
Last night wasn't a dream—it really was him!
His eyes were closed. His stunningly handsome face featured perfectly sculpted features. Stray hairs draped over the corners of his eyes, and his thin, pale red lips were lightly pursed.
Hua Xiaomo gazed at him, becoming somewhat entranced by his appearance.
But he hadn't awakened yet.
A faint complexity emerged in Hua Xiaomo's eyes. She looked at him intently for a while without moving her gaze.
In the end, she let out a long sigh from the depths of her heart.
Hua Xiaomo lowered her head, fixating on something glaringly obvious.
She felt somewhat speechless, knowing that regretting anything now was meaningless.
