Morning light slowly entered the room.
Soft.
Golden.
Warm enough to make the flower petals scattered across the bed glow faintly beneath the sunlight.
The night had long passed quietly.
Now only calm remained.
Mo Wan slept peacefully against Zero's chest, one arm loosely wrapped around him while her breathing stayed slow and steady. Her long hair spread messily across the pillow and sheets, making her look softer than usual.
Zero had already awakened.
But he did not move.
For several minutes, he simply watched her sleep quietly.
The sight alone made his chest feel strangely warm.
Mo Wan looked completely relaxed in his arms.
Safe.
Comfortable.
Happy.
Eventually her eyelashes trembled slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
For a few seconds, she looked confused.
Then, she remembered everything.
Her face immediately became red again.
Zero smiled faintly.
"Morning."
Mo Wan instantly buried half her face against his chest.
"…Don't look at me."
