As Meng Hao breathed in her delicate fragrance, she also could smell him. It made her feel safe, like she was home.
She suddenly thought back to Mount Daqing, and the young scholar Meng Hao. She had carried him away to the Reliance Sect in much the same fashion as he was holding her now, pressed up against him.
A smile appeared in her eyes as she thought of this. She looked up at Meng Hao’s profile and time seemed to slow down.