Dawn had just begun to show. Soft daylight slipped quietly through the carved window lattice, spilling into the room, dispelling the stillness of deep night and bringing with it a thread of warm, melting comfort.
Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes. The gentle warmth of last night's companionship still lingered in his heart, and a faint fragrance curled around the tip of his nose.
He turned his head, his gaze falling on the sleeping, delicate figures beside him, and a soft smile unconsciously rippled through his eyes.
Xia Qingyin and Jiang Xuanran were nestled tightly together, bodies pressed close, their breathing even and long, each treating the other as the steadiest support.
Their soft figures leaned into each other, pressing a certain curve at their chests, their legs lightly overlapping.
Shamirra was like a docile, lazy little cat, her whole body curled up in one corner of the bed. Her long blue hair lay scattered across the pillow, her brows and eyes gently closed, her long lashes lowered, all the usual liveliness and nimble mischief stripped away.
As for Su Yaqing, who was usually bold and flamboyant, she was sleeping especially quietly at this moment.
She lay on her side, the corners of her lips slightly raised, eyes curved, all her usual sharpness withdrawn, leaving only pure softness and peace, as if she had set down every last guard.
The morning light faded away, and Nebula Manor turned into a faint shadow behind him.
Lu Yuan bid farewell to the sleeping women and set off alone.
Passing through layer after layer of Interstellar Spatial Teleportation Array, amid the flow of light and shadow, the surrounding air grew thinner and thinner, replaced by the cold, vast aura of the universe.
After several transfers, he finally arrived at that hidden interstellar