Where sunlight reaches, naturally, there are places it neglects; but after the darkness and storm, the sun will surely shine again!
For Sheng Jingyi, who had witnessed much darkness, Ling Xi was his entire sunshine, the beacon piercing through the dark.
The moonlight was sparse, rendering everything unclear, shrouded in haziness, enveloped in ethereal beauty.
The scent of bloodshed and killing had long dissipated from his body. Looking at the peacefully sleeping figure on the bed, Sheng Jingyi's previously anxious heart instantly settled in that moment.
With a slight movement, the petite body that had been facing away turned, presenting Sheng Jingyi with a beautiful profile; the half-grown hair slowly slid down, covering half of the face.
