Yang Ruxin saw the person below and hurriedly descended the staircase in just a few steps.
However, when the young girl looked over, Gu Qingheng lowered his gaze, concealing the radiance in his eyes. Just now, he had almost reached out to catch the swiftly approaching figure, but thankfully, he had restrained himself.
Actually, he had suddenly woken up in the middle of the night. The moment he opened his eyes, though it was still dark, he noticed something different. The darkness in front of him was no longer oppressively black. Turning his head, he even saw the white light outside through the curtains, and could make out the shape of the lotus drawn on them—it was Ruxin's design.
So, he got up without lighting a lamp and pulled open the curtains. After three years, he could finally see the snowy night outside clearly again…
