It's strange, really. The deep night, which was originally difficult to fall asleep in, became peaceful and extraordinarily warm just because of his embrace.
The sound of their even breathing gradually filled the room, harmonious and tranquil.
The next morning, at the break of dawn.
The morning sun shone through the curtains that weren't fully drawn, enveloping the two of them and emitting a faint warmth.
Fu Nancheng frowned as he opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall, slightly taken aback.
He had actually slept through the night.
He had planned to leave after she fell asleep...
He looked at the woman still sleeping soundly in his arms and felt a bit lost.
She seemed to feel hot in her sleep, her small face flushed, her hair sticking to her face, and a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
He reached out to gently adjust her hair, a touch of complexity in his eyes, yet unconsciously softening.
