Wonderful Mood of the Artist

When Zixu pulled himself away, Yujia opened her eyes.

She laughed. He laughed.

Then, Zixu gave a small nod of his head, telling her, "Good night. Sleep soon."

"You too," she replied, still smiling. 

He gave her a short peck on the forehead again before turning around. And just like that, one moment, he was still standing there with her, while the next moment, he was already gone, climbing over the wall.

Yujia stood there for a minute. She touched her forehead, then her lips, and then dropped her hand. The smile she was wearing only grew a little larger.

Yujia was grinning when she walked slowly back into her room. She was grinning when she went through her nightly routine, getting dressed in her sleeping robes and washing her face. She was still grinning when she fell into her bed, rolling herself up in the blankets.