The early morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Xia Yuqing slowly stirred awake, her eyelashes fluttering as she adjusted to the light. A soft warmth against her back made her pause, and then she felt the steady rise and fall of a chest pressed gently against her.
His arms were wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her close. She turned slightly, her eyes drifting to the man sleeping beside her. Even in slumber, he looked perfect—messy dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, sharp jaw relaxed in the softness of sleep.
It was the same face, the same features as his—the Emperor of her past life. Logically, seeing the same face, she should hate and avoid Lu Jinchen. But, she couldn't. She didn't feel any hate or aversion for him.
