That trace of doubt was instantly cast away by Chen Ye.
Zhiwei just wanted her master to accompany her...
...
The next day.
The morning light faintly fell on the side of the man's handsome face.
Chen Ye had already woken up, but seeing his disciple sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her up.
He gently wrapped his arms around his disciple.
Zhiwei's small face was pressed against his chest, sleeping deeply, her black hair spreading out, covering his arm.
The usually cold face was now serene and soft.
Chen Ye wished time could slow down to let his disciple sleep longer, but unfortunately, things don't always go as one's wishes.
"Creak—"
The door of the quiet chamber was gently pushed open, creating a small gap.
A small head peeked in, with a few strands of hair sticking up playfully.
The silver-haired little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, mumbling something incomprehensible in her dreams.
