C413 Little things are more moving

In the morning, a warm ray of sunlight shone through the transparent glass windows, casting a moving shadow on the waxed floor.

On the bed, the woman's exquisite face stood out even more under the golden gauze. Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly that was about to fly away. She was exquisite and beautiful.

The woman was very white. Under the sunlight