Last night was too dark; she couldn't see his face, but she vaguely saw that he was very tall, with a slender and graceful physique, and that there was a faint and refreshing fragrance coming from him, which smelled very good.
She liked it very much!
The hand wiping her tears was as gentle as the one from last night and had the same hint of roughness, except it lacked that faint scent, almost indistinguishable from the night before.
Xiang Yun stopped crying, sniffled, and said, "Is it you? Have you come again?"
Suddenly, the hand caressing her face halted, becoming rigid on her cheek.
"What are you talking about?" A familiar voice rang above her head, completely waking her up. Xiang Yun's eyes opened drowsily, and in a daze, she saw the outline of Mo Zili. She sat up abruptly, terrified, and scrambled to the corner of the kang, finally shouting at the newcomer.
