Early morning, just past 5 a.m.
The sky full of stars gradually disappeared, replaced by a tinge of orange-red dawn.
People often say that the sky is the most beautiful at this time of day, as the sun has not fully risen yet, and the scenery created by the orange-red sunlight intertwining with the faint clouds is the most mesmerizing.
A slight ray of dawn slipped through the quiet window crack, illuminating a gentle and enchanting face lying sideways on the bed, one hand lightly supporting the cheek.
Under newly sprouting delicate eyebrows, the slightly moist eyes were as bright as stars, carrying a hint of affectionate indulgence.
The pure white nose was elegant and dignified, accompanied by gentle shallow breaths, lips like untainted red lightly pressed together, thin and translucent as a film.
