Outside the window, was the pitch-black sky and the incessant pitter-patter of rain, the big droplets thudding against the glass.
Xu Qing brewed a cup of hot coffee, placed the cup on the windowsill, picked up Winter Melon, who was curled up in its bed clutching its paws, and despite its resistance, cradled the plump creature on her lap to stroke it.
Occasionally, enjoying solitude could be rather pleasant.
From last year to this year, nearly a full year, Jiang He had gradually grown accustomed to this place. For him, the cohabitation with another person had also become routine.
Unlike a typical couple, their relationship was simple yet complex—he had to play the role of an old father and a boyfriend at the same time, always vigilant about whether she strayed, after all, what a person from ancient times might turn into in the modern era was unpredictable to anyone.
