Su Wan was awakened by the dim light lighting up the screen of the man's cell phone next to her.
The light was very cold, like the frosty moonlight in winter, shining on the side of Lu Shiyan's Qingjun face without any warmth. He was sleeping deeply, his breathing was steady and long, his thick eyelashes cast a small quiet shadow under his eyelids, his nose was straight and his thin lips were slightly pursed. His whole person was like a carefully drawn sketch, so clean that he did not look like a city librarian who would be contaminated by mundane things.
But Su Wan's eyes were firmly attracted by the photo on the screen of his mobile phone.
