Early morning, with a thin mist lingering in the air, sunlight streamed through the window.
Ye Fan bowed his head slightly, his gaze fixed tenderly on Ling Qingzhu as she slept soundly in his arms. Her peerless face appeared even more serene and moving in her slumber, a faint, elusive smile playing on her lips as if she were lost in a sweet dream.
Time slipped quietly away. A moment later, a soft, murmuring sound escaped Ling Qingzhu’s lips. Her eyelashes, like feathered fans, fluttered gently before she slowly opened her eyes. Still hazy with sleep, she looked at Ye Fan, her gaze clouded and unfocused. She seemed unable to grasp where she was for a moment, whispering to herself, "This... where is this?"
Chapter 150