The night was as cool as water.
Under the deep blue sky, stars twinkled.
Here in the countryside, one could see a sky full of stars.
A wisp of cool breeze seeped through the cracks of the window, yet it couldn't penetrate the embrace of the two people.
Qiao Xi and Shen Dang were lying on a bed, with the bed against the window, and through it, Qiao Xi could see the starred sky outside.
Qiao Xi's voice was faint, "I'll be done with filming and wrap up tomorrow."
The light was still on, its pale yellow glow scattered around the room.
The moonlight also shone in, its bright light casting her cool and transcendent face in an especially gentle and peaceful light.
Her hair fell on his neck, and Shen Dang fiddled with it, "Hmm, after we wrap, we'll go home."
His voice was tinged with a light laugh, a low tone inexplicably seductive.
Home.
The word felt somewhat foreign to Qiao Xi.
