Seeing her silence, Huo Wuyou understood her thoughts very well. His large palms supported Xue Zhiyi's back and neck, giving her a temporary support to relax her body.
"I miss you." Burying his head in Huo Wuyou's shoulder, Xue Zhiyi's voice was muffled: "I just felt sleepy after all the trouble."
Rubbing her head, Huo Wuyou said, "Then take a rest."
There was a floor heating in the bedroom, making it as warm as spring. The two of them lay down on the couch with their bodies limp. They lay down with their clothes on, and within a few breaths, without even having time to take off their shoes, they fell into a dream unexpectedly.
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When he woke up the next day, Xue Zhiyi felt that the sunlight was a little dazzling and it seemed that it was already noon.
When she sat up, she found that she was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but she was covered with a quilt, and the embroidered shoes she had taken off were quietly placed beside the bed. When she looked at her side, there was no Huo Wuyou anymore.
"Qiuyun?" she called out while rubbing her head.
Hearing the sound of her waking up, Qiuyun, Suyue and several little maids came in carrying toiletries.
"Where is the Marquis?" she asked.
Su Yue said, "The Marquis was summoned by His Majesty and went to the palace early in the morning."
"Entering the palace? Did you tell me what it was about?" She was always a little nervous.
"He didn't say anything to us, but the Marquis left something for the young lady." Su Yue said, nudging Qiu Yun with her elbow, and Qiu Yun handed her a letter.
Xue Zhiyi unfolded the letter and saw the handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful. It read: "Although this case has been solved, there are still matters that need to be investigated. Awan, please don't worry. I will return home as soon as possible in a few days to comfort you in your longing for me."
So that’s how it is… Xue Zhiyi finally felt relieved.
There were two pages of letter paper, and Xue Zhiyi turned to the next page.
"Awan's black hair seems to have an orchid fragrance, probably from the floral water she uses to comb her hair. I could still smell it faintly in my dream last night, and this morning it seems to linger even more, making me reluctant to leave. I beg you, Awan, to use this floral water again on the day I return home."
Xue Zhiyi: "..."
She folded the letter and found a place to hide it... She had important things to do and still had time to write something that couldn't be seen by anyone. It was rare for her to have a peach blossom frenzy in winter.
Even as she thought this, she still sniffed her hair quietly.
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