When the dawn's sun rose again, the two people on the bed were still tightly embracing each other, the air filled with the scent of love, warm and comforting.
For the first time, Chen Ziqian did not leave before daybreak, although his biological clock still woke him up at the moment of sunrise.
He held her, gazing at her fair complexion, untouched by the traces of time, becoming even younger, even more beautiful, like fine wine that grows richer with the years.
She was like a poppy, once touched, impossible to let go of, but he did not regret touching her.
From the moment destiny tied them together with a wedding dress from the sky, they had been tightly bound together, and he believed more firmly that it was meant to be.
His hand slowly raised, gently tracing Suxin's eyebrows, stroke by stroke, as if he could never get enough of looking at her.
