Su Weiyi's breathing gradually steadied, her black hair scattered on the pink pillow, with her fair little face buried in her hair, bathed in the moonlight outside the window, making her appear even more delicate and fair.
"Click," a soft sound came from the doorway, followed by the room door being pushed open. A slim, tall figure entered from outside, turning around to close the door again.
Sheng Yanxiao stepped barefoot onto the carpet without making a sound, his gaze focused on a small mound on the bed.
His thin lips curled slightly, taking gentle steps forward.
Su Weiyi's desk still had a lamp on; it was her habit to have a little light in the room while sleeping.
Sheng Yanxiao stood by the desk, his gaze sweeping over the sheets spread out on the desk, his slender fingers picked up a pen and lightly drew an auxiliary line on the last geometry problem.
Then he quietly put it down again and turned towards the bed.
