He seemed to delight in leaving marks on her, but not in the summer - except for those few days of holidays, when he seemed to know that she wouldn't go out, leaving her skin mottled and uneven. Now, with the weather turning colder, he started again. When winter came around, the skin beneath her clothes would undoubtedly be a sight for sore eyes. Fortunately, no one else would see it.
Was he considering her feelings?
Wanqing snapped to, shaking her head, refusing to think about it further.
Upon returning to her room, she found a scarf in her wardrobe and tied it on. Looking at his back working at his desk, she slowly approached, announcing, "Tianying, I'm leaving."
"Hmm."
She nervously moved her fingers, bent down after a moment and meant to touch his cheek, but ended up brushing his ear instead.
Startled, Mu Tianying violently turned his head, "You —"
Wanqing immediately spun on her heels and dashed off, with him close at her heels, finally catching her in his arms.
