The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains and dappled Lin Fan’s face, he finally woke up from his deep sleep.
Recalling the heart-pounding events of the previous night, he still felt somewhat dazed, as if it had all been a long and vivid dream.
In the living room, Mu Qingxue had already prepared a steaming hot breakfast: millet porridge, boiled eggs, and a few refreshing side dishes.
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