The first snow fell in Haicheng overnight.
There was a sound of wind knocking on the window on the terrace, and the morning light was dim behind the slightly moving curtains. Frost flowers condensed into pictures of jade buildings, and were melted into cool water droplets by the spring-like warmth in the room.
As usual, Asher Gu woke up first.
My arms were warm, my shoulders and neck felt a little tingling from the pillow, soft hair with a fresh scent rubbed against my neck and chin, and I could feel shallow breathing.
Although he was still not fully conscious, habit had already made Asher Gu reach out his hand and hold Young Master Rong, who was sleeping unsteadily, tighter.
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