Qian Meigui woke up in a familiar room; it was the very place that she felt safest; it was Song Sheng's bedroom in his apartment. Her head hurt from the amount of sleep she had.
The window of his bedroom was open. It was nearly nightfall. The curtains swayed, as well as the front strands of Song Sheng's jet-black hair. He was sleeping on an armchair next to the bed, sitting up with his arms crossed. Qian Meigui smiled slightly as she reached out to grab his hand, stirring him awake.
Song Sheng's almond-shaped eyes lidded open, his expression held some exhaustion and relief. She then pulled him, nudging him to join her. Song Sheng smirked, but he went under the covers, caressing her head, running his fingers through the strands of her hair.
"What happened?" she asked him.
"You fainted," he responded, stroking her head.
