Early morning, Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes.
There are few things as pleasant and comforting as waking up from a good night's sleep.
If there is something better, it's opening your eyes and turning your head after waking up.
The morning sun had not yet risen, but a warm ray of light had already made its way into the bedroom.
Alii didn't disturb the boy's sleep; she stood in front of the drawing table, painting.
The girl's long dress with a white base and green patterns gave off a soft and hazy texture.
Yesterday, she had to go fishing and changed into another set of clothes temporarily. Though today's outfit isn't the same as yesterday's, it is similar in style.
Elder Mrs. Liu expressed her particular stubbornness in this way.
Li Zhiyuan woke up, then continued to lie in bed, turning his head to watch.
When Alii dipped the paintbrush, she turned to look this way.
Her bright eyes met the boy's gaze.
Li Zhiyuan felt embarrassed to continue lying in bed.
