At the break of dawn, Mu Lianxiao woke up.
Beside him was the sound of gentle breathing. He was momentarily lost, then he covered his eyes with his hand and a smile slowly curved on his lips.
Yesterday was the wedding night for him and Du Yunluo. He finally married her.
In her sleep, Du Yunluo said that she missed him, and indeed, he longed for her day and night.
Mu Lianxiao looked down, and the sleeping Du Yunluo in his arms was deeply asleep. Under the brocade quilt, her limbs were entwined around him, as if afraid he would disappear, clinging to him, with only a small, fair face exposed outside the quilt, her brows relaxed, and her red lips slightly parted.
Mu Lianxiao gently tried to move Du Yunluo's hand away, but as soon as he moved, her brows suddenly furrowed, and she murmured.
Mu Lianxiao listened carefully, but couldn't understand what Du Yunluo was muttering in her sleep.
Apparently, she was in a muddled sleep.
