She trembled as she reached out, clutching Si Wuxie's clothes in her hand, and couldn't help but close her eyes, lower her head, and take a deep breath.
Indeed, it was Si Wuxie's scent.
She missed him again!
Why does she always think of him?
For more than a decade, the one who was with her day and night was Bingqing. The master traveled out of the island more than once, yet Xiang Anning never missed the master.
Of course, there was always some concern for Bingqing's safety, but this longing, compared to her yearning for Si Wuxie, was completely different.
She hid Si Wuxie's clothes in a wooden box under the bed and then also took off the ethnic-style clothes she had bought with Si Wuxie's card and hid them under the bed as well.
She put back on the plain white dress that Bingqing had made for her by hand.
After erasing all traces of humans having visited the island, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The experiences of this time felt like a dream.
Brilliant, incredible.
