"To give up on the beauty in your room and hide out here to feel the breeze on such a lovely night... you have such refined taste!" A cool, clear voice spoke as Bai Zhi slowly walked over from the stairwell to stand at Zhou Fan's side.
The night breeze stirred Bai Zhi's hair, and a single strand brushed against Zhou Fan's cheek. It was as if the dark night itself had become just a little different.
"Honestly, our connection isn't deep enough for you to go this far." After a long silence, Zhou Fan finally spoke, his voice soft, as if not wanting to disturb the gentle night breeze.
"It may not seem worth it to you, but to me, it is." Bai Zhi smiled faintly, tucking a wind-tousled strand of hair behind her ear. "That year, I was on a mission with the organization. If you hadn't saved me, my arrogant self—thinking I was hot stuff after learning just a few tricks—would have died that dusk. I just never expected the person I came here to protect this time would be you."
