October 28, 2023, Saturday, overcast turning to light rain.
At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark, the outside a soft gray-blue.
Tang Song slowly opened his eyes in a familiar scent, the fresh fragrance of gardenias lingering at the tip of his nose, crisp yet gentle.
He turned his head slightly, and in the dim light, a sleeping face appeared in his vision.
Liu Qingning lay on her side, her hair scattered messily between the pillow and his shoulder.
Her breath was light and steady, like the tides along the shores of Shen City Bay.
A touch of blush still lingered on her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth tilted upwards, as if she were having a sweet dream.
The scenes from last night flooded back, stirring Tang Song's heart intensely.
Tight embraces, whispers in each other's ears...
Their bodies, like flames, approached the edge of merging, drawing nearer.
They had known each other for nearly 20 years and had been good friends for over 10 years.
