บท 486: "We stick together, no matter what"

Rong Xinghe woke up at two in the day, an exhausted yet content smile across her mouth. As the memories of their first time floated in front of her eyes, like some flashcards, she giggled, turning to one side of the bed. Of course, he wasn't there. 

The girl sat up on the bed and as she did so, a sharp pain shot up through her head. "Ugh!", she groaned, rubbing her temple lightly. But the headache wouldn't go away. A warm bath might help, she thought, as she got down and put on her slippers. 

About half an hour later, the woman stepped out of the dressing room, her hands cold. She had Xi Yuan's gray sweatshirt on along with one of her favorite warm woolen pants, her hair falling over her shoulders, unfettered.