The following day, morning light pierced through the night, casting its brilliance across the land.
Jiang Muwan leaned against the headboard of her bed in Gu Mansion, her cell phone on one side while Fu Jing was saying something to her.
She listened indifferently, occasionally acknowledging with a word or two.
After a moment, she propped herself up from the bed, walked over to the window, and reached out to draw back the curtains.
When the light suddenly flooded in, it was somewhat blinding, and she tilted her head, closing her eyes slightly.
Looking back again, she saw under the morning dew, Gu Jiangnian approaching in white sportswear, a black cat draped over his arm, followed by a white cat trailing behind, its tail held high, both looking rather dirty.
Gazing out, Jiang Muwan felt as though she was dreaming.
Dreaming of a scenario involving Gu Jiangnian.
This man, once stripped of his formal attire, could, apparently, immerse himself in the trivial matters of the world.
