In the morning, Su Liuying woke to a familiar and warm breath. She opened her eyes and found herself resting against Quan Tianyou's chest.
The feeling was surreal; just yesterday he was still in Italy, and without telling her, he suddenly appeared in front of her—such an enormous surprise.
She quietly snuggled into his chest and took a deep breath, like she did at the airport, as if doing so could preserve his scent.
For several days, she had fallen asleep by reluctantly inhaling the scent from Quan Tianyou's pillow. It was the first time in her life that she realized how dependent she had become on someone else. And that someone was her husband, a truly wonderful feeling!
