Yan Qing woke up from his sleep and saw that the room's lamp was still lit. Ling Hua was sitting in front of the lamp, dipping her finger in tea water, writing and drawing something on the table. He glanced at the water clock, got up from the bed, walked to Ling Hua's back, and looked down at the table.
Ling Hua seemed engrossed in some thoughts, not even noticing his movement to her back. A name was written on the table, one Yan Qing knew all too well: Wen Xingzhi.
Ling Hua's fingers, dipped in water, drew circles around Wen Xingzhi's name, circle after circle. Her expression flickered under the light, showing a mysterious calmness.
Yan Qing adored her in this state, more captivating than when she was playfully sulking with a smile. He stood there for a moment, unable to resist, and embraced her from behind, his lips brushing past her ear and hair, "Why aren't you sleeping? In the dead of night, what's got you thinking about this Wen fellow?"
