In the morning, raindrops gently baptized the vast courtyard, quietly irrigating the already lush green grass.
On the second floor of the Mu Family, in the young master and mistress's room, it was so comfortable that it was hard to tell the season.
Qin Mu was nestled lightly asleep against Mu Yichen's chest. Even though Mu Yichen was still holding her, he had already leaned against the headboard checking emails for a while.
Only when he heard Qin Mu let out a sigh did his sharply defined profile slightly turn towards the woman in his arms.
"You're awake?"
"Mm! What time is it?"
"Seven seventeen!"
Qin Mu's voice was a bit hoarse, and Mu Yichen's voice was very subdued. In such a beautiful morning, the room felt warm and serene.
It was a perfect time. Qin Mu loved the number seven, then got up from his embrace to look out the window, only to find it was raining outside.
"No wonder it still feels early! It's raining!"
