Capital City, a certain courtyard.
Qu Tan'er slowly awoke.
"Awake?" A gentle, water-like voice asked, accompanied by eyes filled with tender affection.
She blinked, looking at the man lounging by the bedside, "Chengcheng." Though awake, she wanted to linger in bed; what she thought, she acted upon, and burrowed her small head into his chest. Inhaling his scent, she felt comfortable, at peace, and at ease.
It seemed like ages since she felt like this.
Mo Liancheng gently embraced her.
Being able to hold her like this was a kind of happiness.
Warmth spread, neither breaking the serene atmosphere.
A few coughs brought them back to reality.
It was Qin Ling on the bed, waking up. He couldn't see the two of them because of a huge screen.
Mo Liancheng sat up and called toward the door, "Come in and serve, your master is awake."
