So, she sees him as a port in a storm?
...
Sleeping for only two or three hours, Chen Yi woke up early, surprisingly not feeling tired. He stretched lazily and turned his face to see Yin Tingxue's tranquil sleeping visage. Her breathing was calm, her hands overlapped, and her lips subtly moved as if murmuring something.
Carefully, Chen Yi lifted the quilt, revealing her familiar figure fully to his view.
His gaze wandered from one place to another, taking in everything. Her petite frame stirred a sense of guilt in him, yet he couldn't help but stare for a long while. The beauty of the sight—only he knew its value.
Perhaps disturbed by the cold wind, Yin Tingxue's brows furrowed slightly.
Chen Yi gently covered her with the quilt, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before freshening up and stepping out the door.
