When the morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom, Zhao Xiaoxiang woke naturally. When she opened her eyes, her whole body felt wonderfully at ease, warm from head to toe.
Ever since she had fallen ill years ago, she had never again experienced such comfort upon waking. Every time she opened her eyes, she felt only cold, along with the heaviness of her body and utter lack of strength.
"This isn't a dream?!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang raised her hand and saw that it had become full and supple. Her delicate hand was like a piece of warm jade, and on one finger was a pure white ring that seemed to refract the rainbow-colored dawn beneath the sunlight.
She knew that Zhao Cheng had placed his light within her. Through the power of the contract, not only had she regained her health, but she had also come to understand many things.
Light was warmth by nature, so she could sense that the ray of light within her heart was warm, dispersing the gloom that illness and pain had piled up within her over the years.
That was also why Zhao Cheng had chosen light. On one hand, it was because light nourished life, but more importantly, Zhao Cheng had considered Zhao Xiaoxiang's state of mind.
At that moment, Zhao Xiaoxiang felt better than she ever had before. Her heart, once dead still, had begun to come alive again. The whole world seemed new, and she found herself holding a little more hope for the future she had long stopped expecting.
With that in mind, still wearing her nightgown and barefoot, she pulled open the curtains and let sunlight fill the room. Outside the window, the sky was clear and pristine, scattered with layered, snow-white clouds.
She opened the window and took deep, greedy