Having settled Zhu Qingjia in for the night, it was almost the early hours of the morning by the time I was ready to leave.
When Wen Sheng stepped out of the living room, she noticed the outside was empty — Xun Rangchu must have already left.
She hastily turned off the lights and rushed out.
With the door swinging open, Xun Rangchu emerged from the kitchen holding a cup and headed directly towards the bedroom.
In the vast room, only a floor lamp was lit. Xun Rangchu set down the milk cup and noticed that Zhu Qingjia was already asleep. The orange light cast a glow on her side profile, turning her thin eyelashes into the silhouettes of tiny fans.
Every time they had met in the past, Zhu Qingjia always presented herself with meticulous makeup, dressed up like some fairy. He was seeing her without makeup for the first time.
It was quite beautiful, actually.
