In Fan Jin garden.
The entire bedroom was pink, which was a girl's favorite color.
The changing room had a circle of full-length mirrors with back lights, which slanted into the bedroom.
In the darkness, the orange light was like a weak Lighthouse, guiding the way.
She was buried in his arms. Her black hair was like a waterfall, falling on his body.
He could smell the faint fragrance on her body even at a close distance.
He could even see a faint red mole behind her earlobe.
“.. General ..."
Luo tianlin's outstretched hand stopped on her shoulder.
Her cries were lingering.
She was dreaming again.
Luo tianlin closed his eyes and supported her back with one hand, while he picked up the crumpled t-shirt that had fallen under the bed with the other.
The clothes that she had brought over with her luggage were his.
Luo tianlin took a deep breath, then let it out with a heavy and turbid breath.
