The first ray of morning sunlight snuck in through the gap in the curtains. The leaves of the Magnolia Tree were still green, but the ginkgo leaves that drifted onto the windowsill with the wind had begun to turn slightly yellow.
Wan Donglin was the first to open his eyes. It was a deeply grounding sensation. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw someone. He also felt the heavy, almost numbly sore sensation on his arm—a kind of tender ache. Her face, in the morning light, seemed to radiate a natural glow. She wore a faint smile, sweet and innocent, like a guileless child.
