The breeze gently passed by, carrying waves of floral fragrance.
The anticipated pain did not come; instead, she felt a warm, solid chest that gave her a sense of comfort.
Su Qingluo slowly opened her eyes, and in that moment, everything around her seemed to slow down infinitely.
The gentle breeze carried the soft whispers of trees and grasses past her ears, while pale pink peach blossom petals fell like fragmented snow, brushing past her hair and nose tip.
The scent of peach blossoms lingered in the air, carrying a chilly, jade-like freshness mixed with an alluring charm, enveloping her senses.
That was the unique scent of Cui Liyi.
Su Qingluo realized something, and her entire body stiffened.
She had never been in such close contact with Cui Liyi before, not even having touched his sleeve.
The most she experienced was the gentle breeze stirred up when he walked by, allowing her to catch a whiff of his scent.
