Yang Qingxi didn't bother knocking as she entered Su Mo's room.
The curtains were half drawn, letting in a soft stream of morning light. The room was quiet, undisturbed, as if the chaos outside had nothing to do with the room's owner.
And on the bed, Su Mo was sleeping soundly.
Completely still and relaxed, like a log.
Yang Qingxi stopped by the bedside and looked at him for a moment, her expression unreadable.
This man…
While Jiangnan City was on the verge of turning upside down, he was sleeping as if the world owed him peace.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
She raised her hand, intending to wake him up directly.
But halfway through, her hand stopped.
Yang Qingxi blinked slightly, then as if some evil spell was cast on her.
For some reason, instead of shaking him awake, her fingers lowered… and gently ruffled his hair. Soft strands slipped between her fingers, slightly messy but unexpectedly smooth. Her expression eased unconsciously.
