He withdrew his hand, letting her leave.
Tang Huai walked past him, leaving a faint scent behind.
His nostrils were filled with her fragrance.
Jing Xuan turned his body to the side, furrowing his brows slightly, looking complexly at her silhouette...
Tang Huai didn't wash her hair, just took a quick shower, probably around ten minutes.
When she returned from the bathroom, Jing Xuan was still there.
He was leisurely sitting, leaning against the vanity chair.
His long legs were crossed, resting on the bed.
Tang Huai raised an eyebrow, asking, "Are you sleeping here?"
She wanted to sleep here, not in the bedroom they used to share.
That bedroom carried his scent, the pillow had his aroma, she feared lying on the bed would lead to insomnia.
Tang Huai felt exhausted these days and wanted a good rest.
This man, who had lost his memory, could sleep anywhere, why stay in this room?
