The next morning, when Su Anya woke, she felt a little better. Though a dull ache still throbbed in her head, it wasn't as sharp as before, and the dizziness had faded.
For a moment, she thought she was alone in the room. But when she turned her head, her gaze fell upon a familiar figure.
Lu Rayansh was sitting in a chair beside her bed, his arms folded and eyes closed, as if he had been keeping vigil through the night.
A soft ray of morning sunlight, filtering through the window, illuminated his calm profile, casting a gentle glow on his features.
Looking at the peaceful scene, something stirred in Su Anya's heart, an unfamiliar feeling blossoming in her heart .
Just then, Lu Rayansh stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Their gazes met, and in a surge of panic, Su Anya quickly averted her eyes. Ray, still groggy from sleep, didn't seem to notice her sudden unease. He stretched, a deep yawn escaping him, then stood up and approached her bedside.
