Tang Shun leaned back lazily onto the wall beside him, his face half shadowed by darkness showed a complex and thoughtful look. Cold, narrow eyes glanced the bed further away, the smell of roses lingering at the tip of his nose. In his sight, he seemed to see a soft crimson aura slowly building on Chu Yi's body, like the dawn before the first sun, the black hair that covered his pale face spread out on the bed like splashed ink on white sheets.
When they arrived, Chu Yi was sleeping quietly, but Tang Shun seemed to sense the taste of the seaweed and roses.