Nan Qing's expression became very complex, her coat carrying the distinctive scent of Su Cheng, lingering at her nose—it was the familiar aroma she had smelled for many years.
Su Cheng never liked to use perfume, his natural scent was that of bedding sun-dried under the sunshine, which invariably evoked thoughts of sunny beaches and all things beautiful.
Thinking of this brought a smile to her lips, and as she fumbled in Su Cheng's coat pocket, she indeed found a small box, a jewelry box.
Nan Qing was both expectant and fearful; upon opening the small box, she discovered a necklace inside, its pendant a little girl's figure. On closer inspection, wasn't it a chibi version of Nan Qing?
She held it in her hands and looked and looked—as if seeing herself in that endearing figure that seemed so alive, the more she looked, the fonder she grew.
