Early the next morning, the sky was still somewhat dark when Gu Yanjing woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked at the person asleep in his arms.
Qiao Yuxian was resting her head on his arm, her hand on his body, and her leg draped over his leg; her long eyelashes hung low, sleeping peacefully.
As long as she was held in his arms, she could sleep like this all night.
Gu Yanjing watched her for a while, kissed her forehead and eyelids, and then slowly withdrew his arm.
The moment he moved, Qiao Yuxian woke up. She pulled her hand and leg off him, looked at him briefly, and closed her eyes again.
"Is it time?" she mumbled sleepily.
Gu Yanjing always woke up earlier than her, so she assumed it was time to get up.
But today's sky seemed darker than usual, so she asked again, "Why is it so dark?"
Gu Yanjing raised his body, touched her face, and said, "It's overcast."
"Oh." Qiao Yuxian turned over and lay flat on the bed.
