Then, on her chest, thighs, cheeks, and lower abdomen... she wrote his name stroke by stroke—
Tang Song.
Her fingers pressed very hard.
Her nails left tiny red marks on her skin.
She was completely unaware, a gentle and dreamy smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
"See, it's all you."
...
Saturday, December 9, 2023.
YJTC, guest bedroom.
Her biological clock promptly awakened Qian Lele from her dreams.
She instinctively turned over, her palm touching a soft and fine sheet.
The air carried a subtle woody fragrance and a gentle warmth, like air preheated by the sun.
She squinted her eyes, staring blankly at the minimalist ceiling.
This is not the dormitory.
Nor is it home.
For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was, her mind buzzing.
Until her eyes inadvertently fell upon the gray and white canvas tote bag at the bedside, she suddenly snapped to attention.
She became instantly alert.
