The tent was dim and muted, with light seeping through the gaps, diffusing everything indistinctly. Faces of the occupants were barely discernible to each other.
"Close your eyes," Shen Mo said.
Bai Youwei closed them for a moment, only to open them again, "How would you know if I closed my eyes if yours were open?"
Shen Mo was no stranger to her antics. Looking down at her, he asked faintly, "Not sleepy?"
"Yes, I am." She shuffled a bit closer to him, "I just wanted to see what 'I' look like in your eyes."
His breath hitched involuntarily.
In the silent dimness, her breath wafted around him, light and sweet, with a subtle coolness, like minty honey and a faint scent of flowers, possibly from the shampoo in her hair.
Unaware of their closeness, she looked straight into his eyes, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Eyes are like mirrors, right..."
Shen Mo gazed quietly at her. After a moment, he asked, "Can you see clearly?"
