The next day, when Ye Xingguang woke up, the entire imperial capital was already immersed in a world dressed in silver. She ran barefoot to the bathroom, used the toilet, and even stood in front of the window for a moment to glimpse the thick snow that had accumulated in the courtyard below, then crawled back into her warm bed.
Outside the window, snow continued to drift lazily from the sky, making it tempting to stay in bed. The quilt was just too cozy.
Ye Junqing hadn't gotten up either. He glanced at her twice and closed his eyes to continue sleeping until something cold was slipped onto his ring finger. His lazy eyes reopened, and he saw that it was a ring.
Ye Junqing's deep eyes looked at the woman burrowing into his arms and saw her extend her hand, showing him the ring on her own finger. Judging by the shape, they were a matching set, and it made his freshly awakened heart feel exceptionally tender.
