C417 The Words Were at the Tip of His Tongue but He Found It Hard to Say

Morning sunlight streamed into the slightly open room, with dust particles dancing like mischievous sprites in the golden rays. The chirping birds outside signaled the start of a new day, but the two people in the large bed remained deeply asleep, reluctant to wake up.

Perhaps it was because today was the day they had planned to come clean to Yiting