The sunlight was warm, and indeed, the silhouette she had been longing for all night was right there.
Watching her attentively watering the peach trees, Su Bei strode forward, then walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and gently placed his nose beneath her white hair, inhaling the scent that belonged to her alone.
Dan Wulan was obviously a bit stunned; a trace of panic flashed through her cold eyes, followed by a sudden bloom of red across her ears.
She extended a pale hand to pat down the two large hands around her waist, saying softly, "Let go."
Su Bei had noticed a detail. Although her voice was still cold as usual, she would always precede such moments with "Senior Brother." Was this more casual form of address a tacit acceptance of his actions in her heart?
