She took the time to tidy herself up in the washroom before she came out. A gentle breeze blew at her long soft hair, and a few strands flew about with some lingering on her fair face.
Spring water flow and spring woods grow, yet even the spring's warm breeze could never compare to you.
Yan Beicheng silently recited this poem. His dark eyes were gentle and smiling, like stars in the skies. They were bright even under the sunlight.
He suddenly stood straight up. His height was evident as Lin Chu could only see his chest at this point. She held her breath as she watched him get closer.
As his perfectly structured fingers lifted and brushed against her lips and nose, it was like she could smell the light, cool fragrance of pine from when she was at Hotel Sheng Yue last night.
