When Bai Muchuan came back, Xiang Wan was already sleeping.
In the bedroom, only a dim light was switched on. The orange hue of the light was warm, which added a touch of coziness to this winter night.
The woman on the bed was curled up in the quilt with only her head visible. Her hair rested gently on the pillow like black silk, smooth and soft. The moment he saw it, he was unable to look away.
Bai Muchuan stood beside the bed for a long time.
He was looking at her.
And kept looking at her.
A long while later, he sighed in his head and went to take a bath quietly.
When he came back, the woman on the bed had turned over, still asleep.
She was sleeping soundly.
Bai Muchuan walked over gingerly, slipping quietly into the bed to lie beside her but not going too near her…
He had just taken a bath, his body was still cool and the obvious difference in temperature might wake her up…
Nonetheless, an arm landed on him.
