The night grew deep, and finally, fatigue overcame him. He lay down, embracing the woman who had already fallen asleep.
A night passed.
When Chi Huan got up the next morning, she found that the gloomy sky had cleared at last.
Sunlight streamed in, casting a golden glow inside the room.
It gave a visually comforting warmth.
After her usual wash and changing her clothes to descend for breakfast, Chi Huan was about to shut the door when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the study door across the hall slightly ajar.
Faint voices were emerging.
She paused, surprised. Mo Shiqian hadn't gone to work?
Chi Huan walked towards the man's study, and as she approached, she heard Feng Xing's voice.
She peered in through the gap left by the door, which wasn't completely closed.
In front of the study's floor-to-ceiling window were two chairs.
Mo Shiqian, who was always proper, was just leaning slightly backward, his hand resting casually on the armrest.
