Sima Yang did not open his eyes, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and he mumbled vaguely: "Maybe... the wind smells so good..."

Weird, how could the wind smell?

Sima Yang moved his lips and muttered in a daze as if he was dreaming: "I didn't want to lose sight of you, so I dragged you here willfully..."

My chest shook heavily, as if someone had hit it hard with a hammer.

Could it be that...Sima Yang has been...[

I blushed and looked away, imitating Sima Yang in an unnatural manner, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of the breeze blowing on my face.

The smell of the wind is really good, with the fragrance of green grass, and a faint fragrance that makes people blush and heartbeat... Well... That's it, go to sleep...

When I woke up, it was already morning, and the golden sunlight penetrated through the cotton-like clouds and shone on the emerald-green grass, reflecting silvery light that made people's eyes dazzle.

Sima Yang was sitting on the grass with his knees bent, and the shadow stretched by the sun was cast down, just covering my face. His orange hair was covered with a layer of dazzling white light, like dewdrops on a lotus leaf.

Shining with crystal light...
Chapter completed!