Qiao Family.
When Weilan finished freshening up and returned, she saw Lu Hechen sitting by the window, his eyes gazing out at the nightscape. Moonlight spilled in, and along with the breeze came the wavering shadows of the trees.
His handsome face was concealed within the interplay of light and shadow, indistinct.
Thinking of the depth of affection he had shown her, Weilan took a deep breath and walked over to him.
Lu Hechen turned his head, saw her return, and smiled, "Finished washing up?"
Weilan nodded, but her eyes were still noticeably swollen.
"You took a shower?" He noticed Weilan's hair was still wet.
"Yes." Weilan nodded and looked up at him.
His gaze was profound, gleaming in the light. He closed the window and then turned around to embrace Weilan, burying his face in her shoulder as he drew a deep breath.
The scent of the shower gel was faint, mingled with her own fragrance, the crisp and refreshing aroma was pleasant.
