In the middle of the night, darkness came like the thick velvet curtains of the theater. In the dark and dim room, even the ticking of the clock had a relaxed feeling, as if it was the heartbeat at rest. The air moved slowly like cool water while the aroma of the scented in the room diffused far more deeply than it did in the day.
Rong Yixuan squinted his eyes as he tried to look around. He was wide awake and his eyes fell on the sleeping silhouette of his sweetheart on the chair. Her sleeping position was quite awkward, and he frowned on seeing that. She was sleeping with her head leaning on her arm which was placed on the table. He sighed wondering when did he fell asleep.
