Su Yaoyao slowly awoke to a gentle yet rhythmic rocking, her consciousness still shrouded in a hazy fog. Her eyelids felt heavy as lead, and it took immense effort just to pry them open.
The first thing she saw was Augustine's face—handsome and strong-jawed, yet filled with adoration. He was holding her securely, his gait steady as he walked forward.
Her mind couldn't quite catch up. Still muddled from sleep, she subconsciously murmured, "Your Majesty?" Her voice was soft and sweet, still thick with sleep.
Augustine sensed her stirring and lowered his head slightly. His deep eyes, like stars twinkling in the night sky, were filled with adoration. A perfectly charming smile touched his lips as he said, his tone a mix of teasing and deep affection:
"What's this? You've only just woken up and you already don't want to see me?" His voice was deep and magnetic, like a note plucked from an ancient stringed instrument, flowing through the quiet space.
