In the early morning, faint rays of sunlight streamed into the room, scattering patches of light. The gentle, reflected glow illuminated two faces, sound asleep on the bed.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was serene, so quiet you could hear them breathing.
Jiangg Yao's hair was a bit of a mess, spread across Chen Yuan's shoulder. She was also lying on one of his arms, her head pillowed on his elbow as she faced him.
A glistening trail of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth. Judging by the way she slept, she was completely dead to the world.
A pink, fuzzy comforter covered them both, snugly wrapping Jiangg Yao's petite body. Her entire frame was curled up in Chen Yuan's arms.
Chen Yuan had also slept soundly that night.
