In the darkness, Lun Chuan's face was faintly illuminated by a distant streetlamp, showing a hint of helplessness: "I still have some matters to deal with."
Song Tan sighed softly.
In the next moment, shadows gathered in front of her, warm arms enveloped her through the sweater, pulling her into Lun Chuan's embrace.
The sweater was soft and warm, infused with a light floral scent, not overly sweet, and accompanied by a subtle citrus fragrance, exceptionally pleasant—
It was the scent of Lemon Blossom.
"I can't bear to leave you," Lun Chuan's muffled voice came through.
In the darkness, no one could see his serious expression, but the slight tightening of his arms revealed his thoughts. Song Tan froze for a moment, then extended her arms to wrap around his slender waist.
Her soft cheek resting in the crook of his shoulder, for once not teasing him, she echoed with a gentle "Mm": "I know."
