The following morning, Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, the drowsiness of sleep still lingering. His lashes fluttered once or twice before his vision cleared, and what he saw made his breath pause for a second. Jiang Qi was lying on his side, half leaning with the support of his elbow, his hand forming a fist that supported his cheek as though he had been watching for a while. His gaze was clam, his lips carrying a faint smile that seemed to soften even more when Shen Yi looked back at him.
For a moment, they didn't speak. The silence between them was not heavy, but rather filled with an odd sense of closeness. It was quiet enough that Shen Yi could hear his own heartbeat, quickened slightly under the way Jiang Qi's eyes stayed fixed on him without wavering. The images of the previous day came rushing back leaving his throat dried up.
Finally, Jiang Qi broke the silence in a low voice. "Good morning."
