Chapter 37 Spend Time Together

The morning light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hotel Y, dyeing the velvet curtains into honey color.

Tang Ximian's eyelashes trembled slightly because of the warm breath on the side of her neck. When she opened her eyes in a daze, she was facing her boss Yan Kai's relaxed brows while he was sleeping soundly.

The stubble on the man's chin was bluish-gray, and his eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes. The arms draped around his waist were tightly muscular, with a hint of unconscious dominance.

He held his breath and used his fingertips to tentatively free the arm that was restraining him.

As his palms touched warm skin, memories suddenly flooded back—the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows last night, Si Yankai's embrace, a mint-and-cedar-infused embrace. After the sleep he'd gotten on the plane faded, the wakefulness of this moment made him feel a long-lost shyness.

After confirming that Si Yankai's breathing was still long, Tang Ximian slipped into the bathroom barefoot.

When the warm water flowed over the wrists, the tips of the ears of the person in the mirror were still red.

He was tidying up his messy hair in front of the misty mirror. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the razor and mint toothpaste lined up on the sink. He suddenly remembered that he had gotten up earlier this morning than Si Yankai, who always liked to get up early to exercise.

When he tiptoed back to the bedroom, the wind slightly lifted the curtains, and the morning light that sneaked in had already climbed up the man's brow.

Tang Ximian looked at the familiar silhouette, and inexplicably traced the curve of his eyelashes with his fingertips.

The moment Si Yankai frowned slightly, he hurriedly pulled his hand back, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he no longer moved.

I picked up the notepaper and quickly wrote: "I'll go downstairs and wait for you to have breakfast together." I said "bye" silently and slipped away.

The moment I pushed open the door of the suite, a butler in a silver-gray uniform was waiting in the corridor.

Tang Ximian declined the breakfast proposal. As the elevator went down, the cold feeling of the metal buttons gradually woke him up.

I had seen the greenhouse garden of this hotel in the travel guide a long time ago. As soon as I stepped in, the moist fragrance of flowers wrapped in morning dew hit me in the face.

Clusters of roses cascade down from the carved ironwork, the white ones pure as snow, the pink ones soft as clouds.

Tang Ximian's footsteps unconsciously became lighter, but when he walked around the archway, he saw a silver-haired old lady sitting on a white rattan chair behind the flower wall.

A book with a gold cover was spread on the old man's knees, his pearl brooch shimmered in the morning mist, and he was surrounded by a tranquility that was in perfect harmony with this sea of ​​flowers.

He turned to leave, but his shoe sole crushed a dead leaf.

"You're Xiao Mian, right?" an old voice came with a smile, "You look exactly like him."

Tang Ximian was stunned. The morning light passed through the gaps between the roses and reflected tiny spots of light on the old lady's glasses.

When the three words "Tang Cheng'an" came out of the old man's lips, he felt his heart skip a beat.

The grandfather who always sat in a rocking chair and looked through old photos in my memory now appeared in the narration of the foreign old lady in a strange posture.

"When your grandfather was young, he loved climbing the hill behind to pick wild berries. He once fell and broke his knee, and I bandaged it with a handkerchief..."

Grandma Rong's voice carries the wrinkles of time, but it makes the yellowed past events come alive.

When leaving, the warm jade pendant was placed on the palm of my hand, bringing with it the coolness of my body temperature.

Tang Ximian looked at the old woman's back as she was supported by the waiter and walked away. The morning light gilded her silver hair, and in a trance, she overlapped with a vague silhouette in her grandfather's photo album.

The lotus pattern carved on the jade pendant poked his palm, and he suddenly remembered Grandma Rong's last words: "Son, don't cling to the past. There will be many beautiful things waiting for you in the future."

As he walked back to the suite corridor, he heard footsteps and the familiar scent of cedar suddenly enveloped him.

Tang Ximian knew it was Si Yankai without even looking up.

"Where did you go?" The man asked with a hint of sleepiness in his voice, but he paused when he saw the jade pendant in his palm. "This is..."

Tang Ximian looked up at Si Yankai's caring eyes, and suddenly felt that the morning breeze in Country Y had become gentle.

"I met an old friend of my grandfather's." He stuffed the jade pendant into Si Yankai's palm, "I'll tell you about it while we have breakfast."