Ye Danqing's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, he opened his eyes.
The first thing she saw was the morning light. It was as if she was in a woman's boudoir. The furnishings were exquisite and elegant. The table, chair, and dressing table in front of her also had an elegant style. The light purple curtains hung down and gently swayed.
There were a few exquisite golden bells hanging on the curtains, and the tassels shone with a faint luster.
Warm sunlight seeped in through the carved window lattices. The shadows of the bamboo swayed outside, and the rustling sound could be heard. It reflected the brilliance of a few orchid-potted plants inside, making it lively.