"Let others say what they will, they are not me; how can they understand the world I see through my eyes."
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When Long Tianjiao woke up in the morning, the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was Liang He's face.
They were face to face.
Long Tianjiao closed her eyes, moved forward, and hugged him tight.
This hug woke Liang He up as well.
Realizing he was awake,
Long Tianjiao looked up. The just-awakened Liang He had a layer of sleepiness over his eyes. She reached out to touch his face, his nose, the corners of his eyes, until her hand was caught by him, "Stop messing around."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Mm, a dreamless night, slept very well."
Long Tianjiao sat up, put on her clothes, got out of bed, stepped on the cashmere carpet, and opened the French windows. Outside, the snow was pure white, "It snowed all night. Liang He, how about we have hotpot together tonight?"
