The next day, the sky was cloudy.
The morning light penetrates through the window paper, and it seems as if a layer of delicate light powder floats in the quiet house, reflecting the sky and the faint light.
Asher Gu lay on his side on the edge of the bed with one leg hanging down. His posture was rarely too straight and strict, but instead had a hint of the leisurely and relaxed attitude that was unique to Young Master Rong.
There was a slight tightening around my waist, and the weight on my legs lightened a bit.
Asher Gu lowered his head and met a pair of sleepy eyes that had just woken up. The corners of the eyes were raised and red, and the eyelashes were thick. When they slowly opened, they were like peach blossoms gradually blooming, elegant and beautiful.
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