Shu Wan certainly knew that Fu Siyu was very happy, because even with her eyes closed, the joy emanating from him was contagious.
The room was warm, the faint scent of Fu Siyu lingering at the tip of her nose, the warmth on her face not yet dissipated.
Although she hadn't brought the white fox she raised in this era, at this moment, Shu Wan felt the pleasure of burying herself in the soft fur of the White Fox.
Joy and timidity intertwined, like the flames burning in the fireplace, fervently blossoming and silently spreading the warmth throughout the entire space.
Shu Wan had lain there for a while without falling asleep, guessing that Fu Siyu must have left by now, she slowly opened her eyes, only to meet Fu Siyu's profound gaze.
Shu Wan was stunned for a moment as the smile in Fu Siyu's eyes unfolded, "Awake?"
Even though she knew Fu Siyu was asking knowingly, Shu Wan still nodded, following along with what Fu Siyu had said, "I slept for a little while, I'm a bit thirsty now."
