An Lan leaned against Huo Zhanting's chest, inhaling the faint scent of cedar on him as she drifted into slumber. Huo Zhanting sensed her steady breathing, opened his eyes to check, and saw that she was asleep, causing his lips to uncontrollably curl up.
"You're lucky," thought Huo Zhanting to himself, "I was planning to give you a hard time tonight." Then he lowered his head and planted a gentle kiss on her brow.
When An Lan awoke once more, it was already the next day. The room was pitch black, without a trace of light. Still groggy from sleeping too long, her first thought was that it was still dark outside. She turned her head to reach for the person beside her, only to find the space empty.
