The first rays of morning light fell upon Shen Mochen's face, and he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion emerging within them.
Why was there a sense of heaviness on his body, as if something had pressed down on him... But, Shen Mochen stretched, feeling quite comfortable regardless.
He had been dreaming lately that he was in a secluded valley, where the wind passing through the bamboo gaps carried a lingering fragrance, a feeling so refreshing and joyful.
"Xuexue, you're leaving so early, wait for me, wait for me, okay? I'll see you out!"
Xia Qingrou's clamorous voice came from outside the room.
Shen Mochen composed himself from the peculiar state men often find themselves in during the morning and got up to head out.
Seeing Shen Mochen, Xia Qingrou hummed, "Xuexue is leaving, aren't you going to see her off?"
"Seeing her off to the Sentinel Station, right? Sure," said Shen Mochen nonchalantly.
