Li Luo struggled to open his eyes. Were his eyelids made out of lead? When he finally managed to crack them open an inch, he spotted a familiar bedframe. He breathed again. He inched his neck to the side, looking around.

He spotted a Jiang Qing'e.

She was leaning against the bedpost, eyes shut in rest. Still, the light was hitting her just right, making her nose bridge extra charming. Even in sleep she was beautiful.

And she must have been watching over him for goodness knows how long.

She seemed to sense the change in his breathing, and her eyes flew open, her golden eyes staring into Li Luo's own.

Their eyes met for a long while.

Jiang Qing'e...