Earlston, Scotland, 18:00;
Unknown to Luo Youyou and Xi Chonglin's pernicious intents, Xi Yuan and Rong Xinghe were in a world of their own. Kissing, and teasing, and exploring one another. Loving every moment of the silence they shared, and of the intimate touches too.
Xi Yuan had long known of Rong Xinghe's obsession with books. She loved to read. To imagine a life other than the one she had. To travel without actually moving. To feel the things that couldn't be explained to realists: magic, vampires, werewolves, and ghosts. She was, truly, and from her very core, one crazy bookaholic, with certain side-effects to distractions and disturbances, one could say. Therefore, he gave her the space and liberty of quietness through the day. Not talking too much to her; enquiring about nothing but food, and medications, that was.
