When Fu Chen left the police station, it was five in the morning, and the sky was foggy. He bought some of Song Fengwan's favorite soup dumplings for breakfast. When he arrived home, Song Fengwan was squatting in the courtyard and staring at Fu Xinhan eating dog food.
She was wrapped in a sweater jacket and curled up into a small ball. Her long hair was tucked behind her ears, and the morning sun revealed her outline, complementing the loose hair on her forehead to look fluffy.
Woof! Fu Xinhan heard the movement and ran over first.
"Welcome back." Song Fengwan got up. Her calves were bare. The morning breeze was cold, and she subconsciously shivered.
"Why aren't you wearing more clothes in the morning?" Fu Chen held her hand and walked inside.
"I was waiting for you. I didn't expect it to be so cold in the morning."
"I didn't send you a message."
