She draped on her clothes and walked to the windowsill, where, by the moonlight, she seemed to see a familiar figure interspersed with a sprinkle of starlight.
Her heart stirred, and she turned and walked out.
In the quiet of the deep night, her footsteps scratched softly at his heart like a cat's paws.
"Brother, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"
The girl asked softly.
Discarding the cigarette butt he held, the man leaned against the flower trellis, squinting as if lost in thought. His handsome profile was even more striking and profound under the clear moonlight, radiating a chilly and solitary aura.
Kang Jinxian's heart skipped a beat.
