The sunlight streamed in through the window, enveloping her lively and delicate face. A faint halo was cast around her, her long eyelashes trembling ever so slightly.
Her flawless, fair complexion was the red mole embedded in his heart.
In this lifetime, he might hurt others, but he could never hurt her.
He thought to himself.
Reaching out, he hugged her, lying with her on the bed.
...
...
Bo Jinyu lay beside her with a satisfied look, his hand gently stroking her soft, seaweed-like hair, tenderly, rhythmically.
Ye Anran, much like a little kitten, slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
She loved being pampered like this by him, as if she were the most precious treasure in the palm of his hand.
Bo Jinyu watched her as she slept, and pulled the blanket higher to cover her.
Ye Anran vaguely sensed him adjusting the blanket for her, but she was too tired to open her eyes, allowing herself to sleep soundly.
