5:30, Ye Qingcao couldn't stay in bed any longer.
She got up early, hugging a pillow and sitting by the bay window, drawing a meter of the curtain aside, with clear, bright eyes gazing at the faintly lit world outside.
The winter sun rises late, and at this point, the city's sky was still engulfed in darkness.
Gradually, in Ye Qingcao's eyes, the darkness retreated, and light spread across the world.
The makeup artist arrived at around 7 o'clock, and Pu Sangzhi woke up around the same time.
Upon waking, she saw Ye Qingcao sitting by the bay window, lost in thought.
Pu Sangzhi quietly reached out, pulled a phone from underneath the pillow, and secretly took a photo of Ye Qingcao's side profile.
The light was dim, the features seemed obscure in the darkness, but the lines of her profile were very beautiful.
Pu Sangzhi decided to send this photo to Huo Feng, telling him to show it to Yan Siyuan, saying someone was up early, lost in springtime thoughts.
