In the early morning, Tang Qingxue opened her eyes. The sky was slightly bright, and the gentle morning light streamed in through the window. Another beautiful day began.
She heard the faint sound of breathing by her ear and turned her body. Yin Hun the Nineteenth was still asleep. Usually, he awoke early, and by the time she rose, he was already gone.
But today, he was rare to still be sleeping beside her.
His hand rested on her waist, and she slowly turned her face, looking at him seriously.
His features were very refined, even more delicate than a woman's. She suddenly remembered that his facial features must have been inherited from his mother.
She wondered what kind of woman his mother was, and she thought of Lianxin again. It seemed the cousins were not alike.
He looked very relaxed while asleep, like an immature young boy. Being so close, she couldn't help but gently trace the contour of his face.
