Aunt Zhou, carrying some dishes, left and went to the study to report to Beiming Han, "Young Master, the young lady had a bowl of soup, a bowl of porridge, and also ate two Shui Jing buns."
"I know." Beiming Han responded casually, continuing the work at hand.
Aunt Zhou retired and Beiming Han slowly leaned back in his chair, picking up a cigarette box on the table, opened it and lit a cigarette...
The smoke blurred his handsome face, concealing the emotions in his dark eyes...
...
At night, Gu Qingxin felt as if she were once again being held in a familiar embrace. Possibly because of the nighttime medication, her eyelids felt heavy; she couldn't open her eyes at all.
The next day when Gu Qingxin woke up, she was the only one in the room. She even began to doubt whether her feeling of being held last night was just her imagination.
