The next day, the sky was just beginning to pale like a fish's belly, though the stars still shone brightly. Mo Qing, her eyes closed, rested gently against Mu Chen's chest, listening to his heartbeat as if it were the most beautiful symphony she had ever heard.
Mu Chen's gaze was gentle as he carefully smoothed Mo Qing's messy hair. He turned his head to look out the window. The warm sun had begun to peek over the horizon, and its orange glow shone through the window onto his and Mo Qing's faces. Bathed in happiness, the two of them looked into each other's eyes.
With a slight curl of her lips, Mo Qing leaned in and kissed Mu Chen's cheek again. She smiled gently. "It's morning. If you don't go back soon, Sister Bing'Er and the others might get suspicious..."
Mu Chen ruffled Mo Qing's hair and smiled. "They won't. But I should go check on Little Tiger. He might be up already. Can you participate in today's competition?"
