The red wine was for Chi Huan, naturally not very strong, but once it entered his stomach, it burned like fire.
After drinking two glasses, he finally got up and returned to the living room.
The patio door wasn't closed; standing in the center of the room, he could see her figure, arms resting on the railing, her long hair floating out.
The shawl she was wrapped in was also blown by the wind.
Looking at her back, he couldn't guess what she was thinking.
Mo Shiqian stood and watched for a while but still did not go over; instead, he turned to bring his suitcase into the master bedroom.
About forty minutes later, the man came out of the master bedroom wearing a bathrobe. She was still leaning with her head tilted in an anxious embrace, the lights of Jiang City had not yet gone out, and the world was full of splendor.
But standing there, she seemed outside of that splendor, covered in a chill.
He still went out to her.
