When I wake up, the people around me are still there. When I think about all the things last night, I can't help but raise my mouth slightly.

it's been more than a month. Every time he wakes up, he's gone, leaving only the faint herbal fragrance.

now, he is here, sleeping quietly beside her, with a slight languor between his eyebrows, long eyelashes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hands tightly around her waist.

gently caress his face, close eyes, high bridge of nose, soft lines of lips, flow down, touch the scar on his heart, and the eyebrow is wrinkled. It must be very...