At the mountain peak, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, tinting the edge of the sky red.
A breeze blew at dawn, signalling the arrival of a new day.
Under the lush canopy of an old tree, a young man and woman embraced each other as they sat leaning against the trunk, as tranquil as a landscape painting.
Lin Qian's curled eyelashes fluttered, feeling the sunlight shining down on her, she gradually opened her eyes.
Her gaze met the vast expanse of the sky.
Looking up, she saw the man's strong jawline.
As thoughts gathered back, Lin Qian was slightly startled before realizing she had fallen asleep in Yin Moran's arms last night, not knowing when she had drifted off.
A flush spread across her face, and Lin Qian hurriedly sat up straight.
At this moment, Yin Moran also opened his eyes.
"Awake?"
The man's voice was languid, carrying the husky depth of having just woken up, utterly sensual.