Her widened eyes suddenly grew a bit larger.
She subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to wake up the person beside her.
Her hand lifted halfway but she hesitated to let it fall.
The breathtakingly beautiful man beside her, his eyes tightly closed, a few strands of hair falling across his forehead. Clad in a silvery white outfit which seemed to enhance his refined demeanor even more, he slept peacefully, resembling the white-clothed young man from years ago, who, beneath the grapevine trellis, held a book and accidentally fell asleep.
Back then, late autumn was not as cold as it is now, and the afternoon's warm sunlight refracted through the grapevine. The youth's extremely delicate face bathed in the sunlight, and the breeze that blew through the courtyard seemed gentler, and everything was silent.
"Brother, brother."
A soft and delicate hand suddenly grabbed the corner of the young man's clothing, the voice tender and coquettish.
