He casually clicked on the message and saw that the person who had sent it was displaying an icon—a pink lotus flower image with the words "Pure as Ice and Jade" written above it.
No longer "Unforgettable Tonight."
It was Pure, as, Ice, and Jade.
Hmm, nice name.
Especially when he recalled a certain late-night knocking on his door.
He knew full well who this person was, as clear as if looking into a mirror.
And, as he looked at the animated gif of a toast sent by the other party, he was "..."
He slightly raised an eyebrow, his expression seeming somewhat—indescribable.
And the message had been sent a long time ago, in the afternoon.
His eyes deepened, and after hesitating a bit, his hand still landed on the keyboard.
...
Wen Xian had just taken a simple shower in her Tibetan-style adobe house and emerged wrapped in a bathrobe.
She was drying her damp hair with a white towel while taking out her phone to check it.
