The man's scent seemed to circle in the air around her. She felt warmth spread across her shoulders as Qiao Xiaren slightly raised her head to see him drape his military coat around her. The thin smoke rising from his cigar intermingled with his unique masculine fragrance.
"It's late. Let's take my car," he suggested.
"Alright." Qiao Xiaren's smile was faint, as if nothing had happened. She couldn't put to words the feeling that welled up inside of her, the warmth she felt on this particular night, brought about by this man's unexpected gesture.
No matter how many years passed, she would always remember that there was a man who descended upon her like a celestial being.
He didn't ask anything, and she didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes in the seat, seemingly exhausted.
"Why don't you call me?"
Si Limo's sudden comment broke the silence in the car. Qiao Xiaren carefully opened her eyes, her mood brightening noticeably.
"I don't have your number," she responded.