The sun shone brightly,
and the early summer morning was slightly cool,
on Old Lou's windowsill were potted plants with different flowers: sunflowers, summer orchids, and plums climbing the mottled brick wall,
their various fragrances mixed into one familiar scent, waking Ji Yun who lay pressed against the bed, stabilizing his breathing from rapid and abrupt stops to a gradual calm.
He opened his eyes.
Ji Yun looked around.
No movement came from the kitchen.
This was a bit unusual.
Whether it was his own timeline as a singleton or the relationship timeline with Qiu Mo, there was always someone in the kitchen.
Either Ji Heshan or Qiu Mo.
The silence was puzzling.
Ji Yun threw off the covers and got up.
Only to find the kitchen was unusually bare and even covered in dust.
After looking around some more, Ji Yun was horrified to discover that the old house was so desolate yet so familiar...
He had lived in such a cold, unwelcoming house for ten years.
