Hoarsely, she described her killing in detail.
Wang Hong gently combed his fingers through her hair, lowered his head and very softly said, “Stop thinking about it. They deserved to die.”
Again, his simple words took the edge off of her.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she murmured as she was hugging him. “Qilang, I used to think there was no one who cared about me, loved me, or cherished me in this world… Qilang, I’m glad you’re here.”
Her voice drew long, and so did her affection.
Wang Hong gazed down. His extraordinarily starry eyes quietly watched the exhausted Chen Rong finally closing her eyes in ease.
…
Some time had passed when Chen Rong suddenly screamed and then hysterically yelled, “Old Shang. Qilang, you have to go save Old Shang!”
Wang Hong stroked her hair, softly shushing her: “Sleep, he’ll be fine.”
His tone and voice had a strange calming affect on Chen Rong.
She closed her eyes; light sonorous breathing slowly followed.
She had slipped into a slumber.
Under the stars, whistling cold wind blew through the curtain, insects chirped around them, and beasts roared from the top of the hills.
But none of it had anything to do with them.
It was as if spring had blossomed inside the carriage. He held her as she lay in his arms, their breaths mingling…
When the stars in the sky had become brighter, Chen Rong suddenly gave a start and widened her eyes screaming: “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die… Old Shang! Old Shang!”
She looked around.
She saw Wang Hong quietly looking at her.
In the dark, his lucent eyes calmed Chen Rong down. She hid her face in his embrace, closed her eyes again, and went back to sleep.
Wang Hong reached out to stroke her long hair.
Combing his fingers through her tresses, he removed the pins and ornaments from her head.
Her long hair came spilling down, but she was still fast asleep.
He looked down at her lying on his chest, gingerly reaching out to touch her long eyelashes.
His fingers moved like a breeze, his eyes undulated like the waves.
…
Chen Rong roused to the sound of chirping.
Dreamily, she slowly opened her eyes.
A second, two seconds.
She blinked to clear her view.
Gradually, she sensed something strange underneath her body. She slowly tilted her head and looked up to see a remarkably handsome face only inches from her, his breathing grazing her face.
She instantaneously flushed.
She hurriedly propped herself up, wanting to sit.
Unfortunately, she felt prickling in her limbs as soon as she moved. It turned out she hadn’t changed position the entire night.
Chen Rong clenched her teeth, relaxed her limbs, and just moved her face away.
She again studied the handsome man she was lying on top of.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was faint. The dawn light revealed a few beads on frost on his silky, dark hair. On his shapely thin lips were also small beads of frost, sparkling on his stubble.
He was so radiant even in his sleep. It was as if pearls and moonlight were washing over his features, so that anyone who might give him a glance would be stunned and blinded, and be without time to enjoy the contour of his face.