Lin Xinlan woke up again, and it was already late morning.
The place beside her was empty, but it still retained some warmth, indicating that Rong Shaoze hadn't been gone for long.
She got up, walked out of the room, and descended the stairs of this unfamiliar villa, taking it all in.
As she came down the stairs, she smelled a strong, delicious scent, which suddenly made her stomach growl with hunger; she swallowed and followed the aroma to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Rong Shaoze was wearing black pants and a crisp white shirt with gray fuzzy slippers on his feet, standing in front of the stove cooking.
His shirt was casually worn, its long hem fluttering lightly with his movements. The sunlight streaming in through the window bathed him in a clean, almost ethereal glow, as if he were a handsome scholar gracing the mundane world.
Before Lin Xinlan had a chance to approach, he turned his head; his eyes, dark and luminous, met hers, and his thin lips curved into a beautiful arc.