In the morning, the sunlight was just right, and the autumn breeze was cool.
Inside, however, it was dim and dark, with only a sliver of light peeking through the curtains.
Qiao Yuxian propped herself up, eyes wide with shock, her whole body cold and stiff, her brain freezing up.
Gu Yanjing lay flat on the bed, proper and still, not moving the whole night.
The only difference from his sleeping position was that his arm had wrapped Qiao Yuxian into his embrace.
Because at night, Qiao Yuxian kept rolling back and forth on the bed, even wanted to lie across it. In the end, she ended up next to him, face against his shoulder, hand resting on him.
He then pulled her into his embrace, preventing her from moving back and forth.
After that, Qiao Yuxian was quiet and hardly moved all night.
So when she woke up early in the morning, the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was Gu Yanjing's Adam's apple from the side.
