The night was endless and sleepless.
The break of dawn.
Li Jing laid on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The Time of the Sage.
It was routine after making love.
This was Li Jing's first experience of such a state.
The events of the previous night lingered in his mind, feeling like a dream.
At this moment, Li Jing could hardly believe that it was all real.
But the warmth in his arms convinced him that there was no illusion.
Looking down at Liu Sisi, who was nestled in his arms like a kitten, with traces of tears at the corner of her eyes, Li Jing subconsciously tightened his hold on her.
His slight movement alerted Liu Sisi.
She fluttered her eyelashes and slowly opened her beautiful eyes.
Meeting his gaze, Liu Sisi smiled weakly at him and, in habit, tried to change to a more comfortable position.
Suddenly, she gasped from the discomfort and glared at him.
Li Jing laughed awkwardly, looking back up at the ceiling.