C100 Have You Always Been like This

Su Qian woke up from a sunny morning.

Yi Ningxiu was lying down beside her bed, sleeping. His breath was shallow, his cold eyes were closed, and the lines on his face had softened. Sunlight shone on his body, and his black hair looked translucent. His body was covered with a layer of morning light.

Even when he fell asleep, it was as perfect as an oil painting.

Su Qian sat up from the bed