Yan Nansheng held her close, his chin resting gently on her soft hair without saying a word.
Feng Yanyan blinked but also said nothing.
Smelling the faint scent of tobacco at the tip of her nose and listening to the steady heartbeat by her ear, she slowly curved her lips into a smile and closed her eyes.
After a long time, just as she was about to fall asleep, Yan Nansheng's voice suddenly rang out above her head, "Let's go back."
It was as if a beautiful dream had been abruptly interrupted, Feng Yanyan opened her eyes, looking bewildered, "Now?"
"Mm." Yan Nansheng lifted his wrist, "Look, it's already four o'clock in the afternoon."
Feng Yanyan: "..."
She hadn't noticed at all; how could time have passed so quickly?
Looking out the window, indeed, far away, through the shadows of the trees, one could vaguely see the shadow of the setting sun, and the whole house was shrouded in an orange glow.
It was already this late.
But she really didn't want to go back.
