Outside the window, the snow continued to fall until dawn before it finally stopped.
The whole world was covered in a layer of white snow, reflecting the morning sunlight, appearing exceptionally pure and clean.
The morning light streamed through the windows, which were left uncurtained, illuminating the room.
Xia Nuan carefully got up, gently lifting the man's hand off her waist.
On the pillow, Xicheng was still sleeping deeply. Confirming she hadn't woken him, Xia Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, carefully lifted the quilt off, and wrapped herself in a blanket that had fallen on the carpet.
Glancing at the sky outside, Xia Nuan withdrew her gaze and returned it to the man's face.
Even in his sleep, his brow was furrowed, bearing a trace of worry, making one involuntarily want to stretch out a finger and smooth the wrinkles.
Of course, she didn't do that.
