Day broke, and Mu Hanxia opened her eyes. She looked through the half-drawn curtains at the glaring light outside.
The light also fell on Lin Mochen's face. He was still sleeping soundly, his hand firmly fixed around her waist. As his short hair draped down, his usually defiant eyes and brows appeared exceptionally smooth and gentle. His sleeping face seemed to bear a slight smile.
Mu Hanxia reached out to touch the tip of his nose and his cheekbones.
Even after waking up beside him countless times, the feeling was still both real and surreal.
Human emotions are perhaps the most irrational of things. Every time she gazed at him, she could feel a kind of astringent yet sweet palpitation. She still felt that such a man was someone she couldn't control or see through, yet he also intoxicated her and was someone she couldn't let go of.