Time trickled away moment by moment.
At last, footsteps echoed.
Squinting his blue eyes, Huangfu Jue watched Gan Yuan, who appeared at the door with a look of reluctance, a barely perceptible glint flickering in the depths of his eyes.
In the room, the sound of music flowed softly, a swinging mulberry tune, lazily sung by a woman.
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
just like I'd never gone, I knew the song
a young girl with eyes like the desert
it all seems like yesterday, not far away
...
Catching the familiar melody through the door, Gan Yuan gazed at the man leaning against the workbench, took a deep breath, and nonchalantly leaned against the doorframe.
It seemed she hadn't noticed anything different about the song.
"If you have something to say, hurry up, I'm very tired!"
Having learned her lesson from the previous night, she thought it safer to maintain a certain distance from him.
