In the early morning, golden sunlight filtered like silken threads through the carved window lattice, softly spilling into Su Yaoyao's room.
At the chime signaling the end of her video call, Su Yaoyao rose from her soft bed, stretched, and then walked gracefully to the door.
She gently pushed the door open. Instantly, a gust of fresh morning air, carrying the cheerful songs of birds, washed over her.
Lifting her gaze, she saw the courtyard bathed in bright sunlight. Augustine was standing under a blooming cherry blossom tree, the sun tracing a soft halo around his form.
His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, and he wore a loose sleep-robe casually. The hem fluttered gently in the breeze, giving him an air of languor and ease unique to the early morning.
A flicker of pleasant surprise lit up Su Yaoyao's eyes. A smile unconsciously touched her lips as she approached him with light, cheerful steps.
