When Su Ziceng awoke, it was already dusk, and she was surprised that she had slept soundly until now. She rarely slept so deeply during the day, especially on the completely open hotel beach.
Not far away, there was the noise of children frolicking, intermixed with the calls of seagulls, creating a lively atmosphere. Su Ziceng looked over at the beach chair beside her and didn't see Pello anywhere.
She stood up and checked her swimsuit, everything was intact, showing no signs of being untied in her sleep—indeed, it had only been a dream.
The sea in the evening was dyed golden by the encroaching twilight. There was some fine sand that had fallen on her, Su Ziceng found it strange that there was sand on her. Her hair draped neatly over her shoulders, and the sunscreen seemed to have all dried up. She didn't notice the disarray of kiss marks on the back and shoulders.
