After cleaning up the glass shards and water on the stairs, Ji Anning returned to her room, massaging her sore neck with one hand and turning on the light with the other.
She found the switch, pressed it, and the small, cozy room brightened.
The window was still open, letting the wind in, which made the curtains flutter wildly.
As she walked over to close the window, she glanced across at the room opposite and suddenly halted her movement.
The large room on the western side, with a balcony that was half the size of her room, was completely visible from her viewpoint.
The man, clad in a loose bathrobe, stood in front of the railing, his hands tucked into the pockets of his robe, facing her direction. His deep, dark eyes, like powerful magnets, forced her gaze toward him.
They stirred a startled deer in her heart, yet he himself was as tranquil as a painting.
'Snap'
The sound of a glass cup hitting the ground suddenly echoed in her mind.
