When Jiang Shouzhong awoke, the room was still dim.
Subconsciously, he reached out beside him but found that Jiang Yi, who should have been there, was missing, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering in the air.
Jiang Shouzhong thought Jiang Yi had returned to her own room, but upon getting up, he saw that her shoes and stockings were still there.
And the window beside him was wide open.
Jiang Shouzhong understood something, threw on a piece of clothing, and with a swift movement, leapt out of the window. In a few bounds, he was on the rooftop.
Sure enough, under the moonlight as serene as water, Jiang Yi was sitting alone on the rooftop, hugging her knees, silently lost in thought.
The night wind brushed through her hair, as if she were an enchanting elf under the moon.
Jiang Shouzhong sat down beside her, his shoulder brushing against her arm, feeling a chill coming from her.
It was clear she had been there for a long time.
"You should have worn more clothes."
