In the morning sunlight, the girl's pale cheeks instantly turned crimson.
Sheng Yanxiao seemed to be sleeping soundly, lying on his side facing her. The youth's skin was perfect, and his long eyelashes hung down, forming narrow eyelines. At this moment, Sheng Yanxiao looked very tranquil, without the usual lazy and indifferent demeanor, nor the mischievous smile.
Tranquil as a statue with unmatched handsome brows.
Su Weiyi had already calmed down and quietly moved her body towards his direction.
This way, she could more clearly see the youth's eyelashes, distinct one by one, seemingly darker than hers, and not as soft.
In fact, the youth before her was someone she watched grow up. She remembered when he was still a baby, he would giggle at everyone, except her. When he saw her, he would either turn his head and fall asleep or completely ignore her.
