The newly risen sun shone in from the balcony, lazily landing on the foot of the bed, tiny dust particles dancing in the pale yellow stream of light.
Jasmine did not know when she had leaned against the headboard and fallen asleep; her breathing had become steady and gentle.
In her daze, she only felt her knees were heavy, as if a stone were pressing down on them.
Jasmine groggily opened her eyes, looked down, and happened to meet a pair of golden pupils that were indifferent yet full of wisdom.
Jasmine blinked a few times. Waiting until she saw clearly what was happening, the bit of sleepiness from staying up late instantly vanished, leaving only disbelief and shock.
She looked at the adult man before her, long black hair scattered on the snow-white bedsheet, facial features sharp and perfect to the point of unreality.
