Xu Si was awakened by a clear, crisp birdsong. She had slept so deeply that a faint, fresh, and piercing fragrance had lingered at the tip of her nose, as though she had walked into a snow-covered pine forest. It was bitter yet fascinating, reminiscent of a unique body wash from a certain brand; a scent that, when associated with a certain person, was exceptionally comforting.
She lifted her hand and found her fingers being held. Instinctively, she felt herself enveloped in a broad, comforting embrace—the cool warmth of another body, the cramped space. Xu Si comfortably narrowed her eyes, a thought surfaced, and then she abruptly opened them.
What met her gaze was Pei Zhen's achingly handsome face, eyes closed, appearing without any warning. She stared blankly for two seconds, still trying to make sense of her surroundings. Then—she was caught off guard as her eyes met his ash-gray ones.
"..."
