Jiang Zhixun was sent back to the dormitory by Shen Qingqing to rest.
Lying on the single bed, surrounded by a sweet scent.
The quilt and pillow... all were imbued with a fragrance, just like Shen Qingqing's.
The pink and tender bed sheets, quilt covers, and pillows were quite mismatched with Jiang Zhixun's cold and hard temperament.
But as a married man, lying in such soft colors, there was an eerie harmony.
Jiang Zhixun wasn't sleepy at first, yet in this atmosphere, he fell asleep quickly.
Hugging a pillow in his arms, as if hugging Shen Qingqing.
Slept with utmost peace.
Four o'clock.
Set off on time to the photo studio to pick up the photos.
They went to the suburbs themselves to take them; both the scenery and people were beautiful, and the photographer wanted to buy a couple of them at a high price to display in his shop to attract customers.
Jiang Zhixun disagreed.
He wanted to bring them home as treasures, not missing a single one!
