The sky outside the window is just tinged with a thin layer of light, as if someone gently brushed a light gray on a black canvas.
The osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard is still drenched in morning mist, with dew on its leaves untouched by the wind, hanging at the edges and reflecting the faint light of the sky, sparkling brightly.
The curtains in the room aren't fully drawn, and a slender beam of morning light sneaks in, falling on the arm of the sofa, illuminating the floating dust clearly.
"What are you doing?"
Shen Siyuan's voice breaks the quiet morning, weary yet slightly hoarse, somewhat speechless.
Dou Dou's mouth is right up against the string of Buddha Beads, and upon hearing his words, she quickly retracts her hand stealthily, peeking at Shen Siyuan with round eyes, thinking she can fool him this way.
"That thing isn't meant to be eaten."
