C33

When Huangfu Xianran woke up from the girl's laughter, there was no trace of her left.

The plain handkerchief in his hand was still emitting a faint fragrance. As he held it, it was as if he could see her smile as she stood in front of him.

The soft feeling of their skin against each other was still lingering in his hands. He gently pinched his fingers and held the handkerchief tightly