Soft morning light streamed through the tall glass windows, filtering through sheer curtains before spilling across the bedroom. The golden glow of dawn stretched over the polished wooden floor and climbed onto the wide silk bed at the centre of the room.
Yang Qingxi slept peacefully beneath a smooth silk blanket. Her silver-white hair spread across the pillow like strands of moonlight, faintly shimmering in the sunlight. For a while, the room remained silent except for the soft rustle of morning wind against the curtains.
Then her eyelashes trembled.
Slowly, Yang Qingxi opened her crimson eyes. After blinking a few times to adjust to the light, a faint smile appeared on her lips. Unlike most mornings, she seemed to be in a particularly good mood today.
