With reluctance and unwillingness, she knew his words made sense. She should head back early to set his mind at ease, such an incident as last night must not happen again.
She was still wearing his sleepwear, so large and long, his worn-out ones; the fabric was light and soft, extremely comfortable, and smelt really good.
She sat down to write him a note.
Zhiqian, I've left. The time was so short, I still haven't gotten a clear look at you. Zhiqian, I miss you so much, I'm taking your sleepwear with me. Wearing it to bed at night, I'll feel like you are right by my side.
As she wrote this, her nose started to tingle with sourness.
Holding the pen, sitting in the chair, she stared blankly at his writing, his scent on her clothes, in the air, still feeling it wasn't enough. In the end, she threw the pen down, lay on the bed, buried her head deeply into the pillows, and greedily inhaled his scent, wishing to take all those breaths with her.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
