"Heh..."
Jiang Xiaobai studied Li Zhiwei closely and couldn't help chuckling.
Indeed, Li Zhiwei's eyelashes were trembling faintly, and even... the tips of her ears had turned red.
It seemed she was awake, but since she still hadn't opened her eyes, she clearly intended to keep pretending to sleep.
Jiang Xiaobai didn't expose her, however. Instead, he softened his movements, carefully laid her on the bed, then pulled over the quilt and gently covered her.
Once he had finished, Jiang Xiaobai didn't hurry to leave. Instead, he sat down beside the bed.
Outside the window, the morning light gradually brightened, spilling onto the edge of the bed curtains.
Li Zhiwei kept her eyes closed and lay perfectly still, but she simply couldn't hide the redness at the tips of her ears.
As he watched her, Jiang Xiaobai's smile deepened.
Indeed, this woman, who was normally so clever, was rather clumsy at pretending to sleep.
Smiling, Jiang Xiaobai slowly shifted his gaze to the veil over Li Zhiwei's face.
The veil was thin, draped lightly over her face, leaving only her eyes, brows, and a small strip of fair forehead exposed.
And precisely because of that, Jiang Xiaobai grew all the more curious. Just what... did she look like?
After all, since arriving here, he had found both Tang Ningshuang's valiant, cold beauty and Lin Qinrou's delicate beauty and cleverness deeply memorable.
But Li Zhiwei was different.
This woman... was always behind a veil.
He could see her eyes and brows, could see her expressions, yet never quite see her whole face.
She felt like a painting with half its scroll concealed.
The less he could see, the more he wanted to know.
Just then, Jiang Xiaobai's fingers stirred, and he couldn't resist raising his hand.
At that moment, he truly