C464 A Sharp Contrast

The first light of dawn shone, and the white light passed through the curtains and fell sparsely on Zhao Qingyu's quiet face.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled.

She had woken up.

When she woke up, she felt a sense of laziness and comfort surging through her body when she opened her eyes.

How miraculous...

Zhao Qingyu touched her small face