By the time he woke up, the sky outside was already dim.
Chen Yuan hadn't woken up naturally. Judging by how sleepy he still felt, he could have easily gone back to sleep. Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept well the night before; he could barely open his eyes.
But the sleepiness was worth it, because from now on, he could see Ningning every time he woke up.
Listening to the WHIR of the hairdryer outside the bedroom, he didn't find it noisy. Instead, he felt exceptionally content.
Rubbing his eyes, Chen Yuan slipped on his slippers and walked out.
Outside the door.
In front of the bathroom mirror, Jiangg Ning was diligently drying her hair. She worked through her soft tresses from root to tip, seeming to follow an extremely detailed procedure.
In just a few moments, her once-damp hair became dark, soft, and lustrous—so fluffy it looked like a cloud was tucked inside.
Ningning didn't hear the door open, so Chen Yuan tiptoed over stealthily.
