The soft rustle of curtains stirred faintly as a gentle breeze drifted into the room, carrying the faint scent of herbs and incense.
Zhao Tian's eyelids fluttered slightly, his consciousness teetering between sleep and wakefulness as he slowly woke up.
The first thing he registered was the warmth... the soft, calming warmth enveloping him.
His body felt heavy, but the softness of the mattress beneath him provided a strange comfort.
His fingers twitched, brushing against silk sheets, and the steady sound of breathing near him stirred his awareness further.
His eyes finally opened, heavy-lidded and slightly blurry, and the ceiling above was unfamiliar.
It took a moment for his vision to focus fully, and as he turned his head to the side, he froze.
Li Jia was lying beside him, her head resting on the edge of the bed, her long black hair cascading over the sheets like a waterfall.