The room was quiet, with half-drawn curtains that allowed a beam of light to seep into the room through crevices.
On the bed right in front.
Jiang Ruan was lying on her pillow.
She had regained consciousness a long time ago.
She had been lying on the bed since replying to Lu Yiyu's message.
It was almost mid-morning now, and she didn't even feel like moving a finger.
Fu Chi had been called away for company matters. That made her even less willing to get out of bed.
In the end.
Her peaceful space was disrupted by a phone ringtone.
Too lazy to see who it was, she reached out for the phone on the bedside table, then squinted to slide the acceptance of the call, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
Upon hearing Lu Yiyu's voice.
Jiang Ruan was slightly surprised. She yawned, sat up from the bed, got off the bed to open the curtains, and sat directly on the bay window, staring at the cypresses outside the window that were still covered in unthawed snow.
"You haven't boarded the plane yet?"
