The next day, at dawn, the sky was a clear azure, and the rising sun cast a faint golden light between the towering buildings.
The alarm clock on the bed had been blaring for a while. Xiang Qichen, with a groggy and dazed mind, reached out to turn it off.
Daylight seeped through the curtains. He glanced at Zhou Huaiyi, who was still sleeping soundly beside him. After planting a kiss on her head, he got out of bed and walked over to the window to pull open the curtains.
Sunlight instantly flooded in, leaving a dappled pattern on the hotel's amber-tiled floor. Xiang Qichen instinctively shielded against the sudden brightness, then returned to the bed. With ease, he scooped up Zhou Huaiyi, his voice low and gentle as he whispered in her ear, "Baby, it's time to wake up."
Zhou Huaiyi, turned over, felt as if her tightly closed eyes were being pierced by the light. She frowned and pouted in discomfort, raising a hand and burying her head even deeper into his embrace.
