Yan walked into the courtyard and saw a woman sleeping soundly in a lounge chair by the entrance. As the cold wind blew, one corner of the blanket clutched in her arms nearly drooped to the ground.
An umbrella lay dropped on the ground, spattered with mud.
Sang Luo felt a chill in her sleep, but then she was gathered into a warm, broad embrace. The pleasant scent of spikenard filled her nostrils. Her eyes fluttered open, and the man's handsome face, mere inches away, filled her vision.
Pure and aloof like jade, resembling an immortal banished to the mortal realm, yet his fox-like eyes were born of seductive charm. The contrast between his restraint and his allure created a beauty unmatched in heaven and earth.
Sang Luo dazedly raised a hand to caress his face, his exquisite and ethereal features. "So handsome."
Yan's voice was low and hoarse.
"It was you back then, wasn't it?"
It was phrased as a question, yet his tone was certain.
