Leaning in slightly, Shen Yuan's voice was even softer than the night itself. "Li Bao?"
The young woman didn't respond, her eyelashes the only thing fluttering with her breathing.
Shen Yuan hesitantly raised his hand, finally patting Li Zhi's arm with utmost care.
"Li Bao, time to wake up."
The sleeping young woman seemed to sense his call, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly at the disturbance.
"Hm?"
A moment later, Li Zhi's eyes slowly fluttered open.
Her almond-shaped eyes, still hazy with sleep, slowly came into focus. In her blurry vision, Shen Yuan's face suddenly filled her sight.
The young man was leaning very close, a gentle smile on his face.
Without warning, their gazes locked.
Moonlight streamed silently through the window. Inside, time seemed to stretch like thick honey, rippling slowly with each soft breath.
Shen Yuan could clearly see his own reflection in Li Zhi's eyes.
