Shi Su, groggy with sleep wrapped in a bath towel, felt her awkwardly tilted head being gently adjusted by a man. His arm, originally propped against her waist, slid through and supported her neck.
The night outside was as serene as flowing water as the man, carrying a cold air, held her in his embrace, adjusting her to the most comfortable position. His other hand stroked her hair, now damp again, and somewhere in the air, a faint sigh could be heard before the warm breeze of the blow dryer gently blew over her head again—
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The next morning, the sun hung bright outside the window, its rays filtering through the lush greenery of the Jing Family's garden and seeped through the curtain's gap, casting a bright line in the quiet bedroom.
When Shi Su opened her eyes, she felt her mind spinning with waves.
