Fu Nancheng held her close and closed his eyes. ... The next morning. Fu Nancheng woke and rolled over, his arm reaching for the woman beside him, wanting to pull her close and sleep a little longer. But his arms closed on empty air. Su Ci was already gone. Fu Nancheng’s eyes snapped open, all traces of sleep vanishing. Why did she always get up so damn early? Her fragrance lingered on the sheets