Nanxi fell asleep in the afternoon, unaware of when she had actually drifted off. When she woke up, the room was somewhat dim; it must have already been evening.
On the bedside table, a cup of black tea was still gently steaming. Her eyes flickered as she reached out, feeling for Lu Yinchu's warmth beside her, but he wasn't there.
—He should have been up for a while now!
Nanxi picked up the black tea and took a sip. The temperature was just right, but this wasn't the same cup that Lu Yinchu had brought her in the afternoon.
How could that man be so certain that she'd wake up just in time to enjoy the tea? Was it a guess? If so, he was remarkably accurate.
Nanxi put down the cup, got up, and went to draw the curtains. The sun had already set, casting a grey veil over the sky. The city's nightscape was starting to become visible through the mist, it was beautiful.
