The gentle rays of the morning sun seeped through the delicate fabric of the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the room.
Zhao Tian stirred slightly, his arm draped over Ning Xue, who lay nestled against his chest.
Ning Xue's eyes fluttered open, her long lashes brushing against Zhao Tian's skin.
She shifted slightly, her head still resting on his chest, and smiled as she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear.
Zhao Tian, feeling her movement, slowly opened his eyes. His gaze softened as he looked down at Ning Xue, her delicate face enriched by the morning light.
He tightened his embrace ever so slightly, pulling her closer and pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head.
"Good morning," he whispered, his voice still husky with sleep.
Ning Xue smiled, her eyes shimmering with warmth and affection as she gazed up at him. "Good morning, Tian," she said gently, her voice barely above a whisper.