The next day, under the warm sun of winter, everything was frost-laden.
Tang Wan woke up feeling feverish and hungover, her muscles sore and swollen, even her eyes stung.
Memories of last night flooded in—drinking, going home. In a haze, she seemed to have seen her mother, and Jiang Jinsang was there too, and they seemed to have...
[Because I liked you, I kissed you.]
Her mind exploded in that instant. Subconsciously, she touched the corner of her lips. Various memories, real and imagined, interwove, and she could hardly distinguish whether what had happened yesterday was real.
She kept thinking, her fingers pressing on her lips, but it felt as though they had turned into something much softer.
Warm and soft.
Pecking at the edge of her lips, that warmth swiftly spread throughout her limbs, her heartbeat suddenly erratic, her whole body growing hot, her entire face burning red.
It must have been a dream, impossible!
She and Jiang Jinsang...
How could it be!
