The night after the heavy rain was deep and quiet. The storm had washed away the stifling heat of midsummer, and it should have been a night for sound, peaceful sleep.
"Sigh..." Lying in bed, An Ruoxue tossed and turned, utterly unable to fall asleep. Her sheets and quilt still lingered with the scent of Rong Che, carrying his unique, unmistakable presence.
An Ruoxue felt as though the heavens were punishing her. No matter how much she wanted her restless, pounding heart to calm down, the trace of Rong Che left behind in the room seemed to deliberately drill into her nose, ensuring she could find no rest in the dead of night.
Chapter 41