The sunlight spilled in, warm and cozy, filling the entire room. The air inside was thick with ambiguity. Propped up on his elbow, he quietly watched the serene profile beside him, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Since they began walking this path together, they have always been more apart than together. Just last night, she had returned, yet he completely ignored her weary body. He must have exhausted her.
One hand supported his head while the other gently wrapped around her slender waist. The person on the bed moved slightly but didn't wake, only shifting her head. The strands of hair beside her mischievously fell, lightly furrowing her once serene brow, as if her peaceful dream had been disturbed.
His lips curled gently, as he raised his hand to softly tuck those rebellious strands behind her ear, continuing to watch her quietly, his gaze focused and entranced.
He could never get enough of looking at her.
Ling Xi's brow furrowed slightly.
