Around noon, the warm sun, like a gentle artist, cast wisps of golden light through the carved window lattice, spilling them across Su Yaoyao's bed.
The light was as gentle as a mother's touch, draping the bed in a dreamlike, gossamer veil.
Su Yaoyao was lost in a sweet dream. Her delicate cheeks, rosy as spring peach blossoms, glowed with a faint blush in the sunlight. The corners of her mouth curved into a barely-there smile, as if she were in some wonderful dream—perhaps spending a tender moment with her beloved Beast Husbands.
Just then, Reg quietly approached the bed. He gazed at Su Yaoyao with a tender look, then gently shook her shoulder. "Yaoyao, wake up," he said, his voice soft yet tinged with urgency, like a forest breeze brushing against her ear.
Su Yaoyao slowly opened her drowsy eyes. Her gaze was still hazy, as if veiled in a thin mist. "Reg, what is it?" she asked groggily, her voice thick and soft with sleep, like a lazy kitten's.
