He seemed determined not to tell her.
Gu Jin gave a light snort and didn't press further.
The two sat on the chaise longue—a sweet and charming woman leaning softly against the tall young man, her whole body relaxed and indulgent.
Lately, there had been few moments of such intimacy between them.
Now, with separation imminent, Gu Jin didn't want to dwell on the issues that bothered her; she simply wanted to cherish the remaining time she had left with Xiao An.
An Mingji extended his arm, loosely encircling her waist.
In the deep of night, they whispered to each other, occasionally breaking into soft laughter.
The lovely atmosphere was hard to let go of.
Yet eventually, dawn would break.
At three in the morning, Gu Jin finally couldn't stay awake. Her beautiful eyes slowly closed, leaning on An Mingji's shoulder, her breathing slowed.
The person beside him fell into sleep, her gentle breaths through the soft fabric caressing An Mingji's skin.
