The night was deep, and the lights were dim.
A tall and slender figure appeared at the bedside.
Shen Li gazed intently at the sleeping female on the bed. Her black hair and fair skin were exquisite and breathtakingly beautiful, with half her face buried in a soft pillow as she slept sweetly. Her scattered hair lay across the snow-white bedding. Compared to her cold and sharp demeanor during the day, her eyebrows and eyes now carried a touch of innocence, making her appear all the more adorable and touching.
He stood at the bedside like a stranded fish longing for water, his gaze lingering over her features inch by inch, unable to look away.
His fingertips moved slightly, wanting to touch her face, yet he dared not wake her abruptly.
Coincidentally.
Shen Tang turned over, the corner of the quilt fell to the floor with a "pat~," and the exposed skin appeared like creamy jade under the light.
