Raindrops still sprinkled outside the window in the late autumn air.
Her arms, curled within the warm cocoon of her bedding, felt the chill wind's blast. Xu Si's porcelain-white, delicate skin prickled with a dense array of tiny bumps from the cold. Her custom-made, cold-proof leather jacket hung on the entryway cabinet. Underneath, her clothes were somewhat thin, so she unhesitatingly pulled the quilt higher, wrapping herself tightly.
It was as if by doing so, she could fend off that probing, almost imperceptible question.
Xu Si blinked her long, curling lashes. Her gaze drifted downward, catching his reflection on the glass surface where his fingertips lightly tapped the Scepter.
His eyes were weary and languid as he asked, "What did I say in my sleep?"
