It was 1:00 AM on Sunday night. The desk was a battlefield of open textbooks, crumpled notes, and highlighted research papers.
Zi Han had finally reached her limit. Juggling the grueling process of submitting her article to LEXIN, her own rigorous self-study, and the exhausting task of tutoring Ming Ye had drained her. Her head rested on her folded arms, her cheeks pressed against the cool wood of the desk, her eyelashes casting soft shadows against her pale skin. A few loose strands of hair had slipped free, draping across her face, rising and falling faintly with each breath.
She had fallen asleep without realizing it.
Across from her, Ming Ye set his pen down. He had finished the last of the practice questions, but he didn't move to pack up. Instead, he leaned back, his gaze fixated entirely on her.
