A crescent moon hung on the treetops.
With the breeze, the sliver swayed like a small boat a few times.
Gu Qiaoqiao suddenly woke with a start.
Slowly, she sat up in bed.
She raised her eyes towards the living room outside the bedroom.
A faint, diffuse yellow light leaked through the crack of the door…
Had Qin Yize come back?
Gu Qiaoqiao rolled out of bed and gently opened the bedroom door.
The chandelier in the living room was off.
Only a lamp beside the sofa was turned on.
Qin Yize, with his head down, sat on the sofa, flipping through documents.
Upon hearing her, he suddenly looked up.
A girl, still somewhat sleepy-eyed, wearing a white nightgown and bathed in the moonlight that filtered in through the bedroom window, stood before him like a mountain sprite.
At that moment, Qin Yize's chest lurched with emotion.
He slowly set down the documents in his hands, his eyes deep, his voice gentle, "Did I wake you?"