Yesterday was incredibly exhausting, and Su Mo slept particularly deeply, right through to the early morning of the next day.
He opened his eyes in a daze, the sunshine outside filtering in and spilling onto his face, warm and cozy.
He wanted to stretch lazily but found his arm being hugged.
Turning his head, he saw Qi Ling holding his arm in her sleep beside him, her disheveled silver hair draped over her face, reflecting the morning glow, revealing a unique hazy beauty.
Last night's restful sleep and the cozy morning sunlight made Su Mo feel perfectly comfortable upon waking. Seeing the cute girl leaning next to him, an inexplicable sense of happiness surged in his heart.
He finally understood why someone would wish for time to stop.
If time could stop at this moment, it wouldn't be bad.
This childish thought made Su Mo smile, and he quietly extended his finger to lightly poke Qi Ling's face.
Qi Ling's eyelashes fluttered lightly, but she remained asleep and didn't wake up.
