Not even knowing when she fell asleep, Tang Mulin opened her eyes again to find the sky outside filled with crimson clouds.
The brilliant and dazzling light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filtered through the translucent curtains, and enveloped her in an especially warm and pleasant embrace.
Staring blankly out the window, Tang Mulin's eyes slowly curved into a smile.
In the days when Chu Jinnian wasn't around, she seemed never to have appreciated the evenings in Paris as she did today.
Once, as darkness fell, she couldn't wait for daylight—so she would have countless classes to attend and endless homework to do, sparing her from thinking about him and regretting how they had come to that point.
But now, it was all over.
How wonderful!
Tang Mulin couldn't help but stretch comfortably.
In the kitchen, Chu Jinnian popped his head out to take a look.
"Awake?"
