Chapter 22
Just like Shen Yu had said, it really was cold.
Jiang Li tightened his hold on the unfinished sketch resting against his chest as he walked through the university grounds. Without Shen Yu standing nearby, he finally allowed himself to smile openly at the drawing, all the feelings he had carefully hidden the previous night quietly surfacing now that he was alone.
Yesterday still felt unreal to him.
Falling asleep at Shen Yu's kitchen counter only to wake up tucked carefully into a guest bed—it almost felt too gentle to belong to his life. There had been no one else in the penthouse besides the two of them, which meant there was only one person who could have carried him upstairs.
Shen Yu.
The thought alone was enough to make warmth bloom uncontrollably in Jiang Li's chest.
He was so happy it felt embarrassing.
Happy enough that he wanted to greet every stranger who passed him.
