The next morning, Li Qiao awoke in her own bedroom.
The scant sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, and she sat up, hugging her knees and staring blankly into space.
After a short while, she finished freshening up and left her room, only to bump into her second brother, Li Yan, at the corner of the spiral staircase.
He was holding the handrail with one hand and had the other hand in his pocket as he was walking upstairs. Seeing Li Qiao, he looked somewhat surprised, "You're up so early?"
"Mm."
In the past few days, since the eldest brother had been taken away for investigation, aside from Li San not returning, Li Er had also rushed back from an overseas art exhibition.
Standing on the steps, he looked at Li Qiao's fair and delicate cheeks and pursed his thin lips, "Come with me."
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow but followed him silently to the mid-level sky garden.
