Jiutiao Meijie awoke to find that Dubian Che was no longer in the room.
Her eyes, beautiful and noble like gems, glanced beside her, then closed again.
The vintage-style interior with historically rich furniture decorations seemed to have lost their charm, turning black and white, weathered by time.
"Meijie, my Meijie, are you awake?" a soft call came, footsteps growing closer.
The world suddenly regained its color, the furniture gleaming brilliantly, the warmth of the bed just right.
The garden carried the song of morning birds, the May sun gently pouring in.
She didn't speak.
She pretended to be asleep.
Waiting for the boy who called her name to come and wake her up.
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Dubian Che ran two laps around the house, picked a rose from the garden, and returned to the bedroom.
Jiutiao Meijie lay elegantly on the soft, large bed.
Her gorgeous black hair, delicate face, and fair arms shone as brightly as the moon the night before.
Pretending to sleep, huh.
