Lying in the Jin Family's guest room, scented with the smell of pine, Zhou Mingchen found himself without the slightest urge to sleep. He thought it must be because he had drunk too much wine that night. Being tipsy but not completely drunk was worse than passing out from intoxication—it would spare him some troublesome thoughts.
"When exactly did you start having feelings for Miss Xia?" he remembered Jin Fengnan asking him that night. Rather than being concerned, it seemed more like curiosity was the bigger part of his inquiry.
"I don't know."
What Zhou Mingchen said was the truth; he didn't know when he had developed feelings for Xia Lu, and he had only recently come to terms with these emotions. What was so special about Xia Lu that made her worthy of his affection, he couldn't figure out even now.
