This looks like an ordinary room, very quiet inside. Ji Wei closed the door behind her and turned to see Mo Qian.
He was lying on the chair by the window, the sunlight streaming through the blinds outlining his refined features, clean and ethereal, making one hold their breath and speed up their heartbeat at a glance.
Mo Qian had his eyes closed, his long lashes lightly trembling, his chest gently rising and falling with his breath.
Ji Wei thought he was asleep and didn't make a sound to disturb him. She walked over directly and sat down on the chair beside him, resting her chin in her hands, quietly watching him.
The woman's bright eyes did not blink, until the man suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head just in time to meet her gaze. Ji Wei was startled and sat up straight, an unconcealed joy on her face: "Mo Qian, do you remember who I am?"
