Ji Xiaosong was a light sleeper, and the soft rustling sounds woke her early in the morning.
She opened her eyes to see Huo Chen standing before the full-length mirror, his long, nimble fingers tying a Windsor knot.
"Did I wake you?"
He looked at her through the mirror, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
Ji Xiaosong rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Seven o'clock."
Huo Chen turned, walked to the bedside, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Go back to sleep for a bit. I had the kitchen prepare some shrimp dumplings, your favorite."
The natural, intimate gesture left Ji Xiaosong stunned.
Ever since that night at the hospital, Huo Chen's attitude toward her had clearly changed. He was no longer as cold and distant as before; instead, his every action was suffused with gentleness.
"Today, you're..." she began hesitantly.
Huo Chen fastened his cufflinks. "I have to go to the police station. Chen Mo is awake."
