The next morning, Mu Yan woke up in Jiang Jingheng's arms.
Looking at the handsome face so close to her, she inexplicably felt a sense of security.
Although they hadn't been very happy the previous day, it seemed like he had suddenly become more down-to-earth.
He was an ordinary person too, capable of emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and jealousy. He could lose his temper at her, give her the cold shoulder, and also make her happy.
Such feelings, though shattering the original fairytale essence, were more genuine.
She tried to leave his embrace, but the arm around her waist suddenly tightened.
"What are you doing?" His voice carried the unique huskiness of morning.
He slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of bewilderment in his light brown pupils, clearly having just woken up.
Mu Yan whispered, "I want to go to the bathroom."
Jiang Jingheng stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly released his grip.
