There's also the scent of warm white.
"Luojia?" An Su asked.
"Don't look back." Behind him came a voice struggling to maintain calm, soft and sticky as though it was marshmallow, "It's Luo Xiaohei."
"Then let's pretend it's a little cat." An Su said.
"Are you still cold now?" the little cat behind him asked.
"A little." An Su replied.
Fair and delicate fingers gently wrapped around the boy's neck, bringing warm breath to rest on An Su's chest, and the cat asked again: "And now?"
"Not bad." An Su nodded his head, "It's quite alright like this. Just like this is good."
This was indeed good.
The Era of Chaos was about to fall, the chaotic election was also about to begin, but it's quite alright like this. In the last few hours of waiting, having such a morning is not bad at all;
