After the winter chill came a fierce downpour.
The cold wind began, and then the storm arrived.
Outside the house, the lightning and thunder gradually ceased in the latter half of the night, perhaps shielded by the thick curtains and windows of the Gu Mansion.
Jiang Muwan knelt on the bed and made a phone call to Fu Jing.
The two exchanged a few brief words before ending the call.
In the gap between calls, she saw the person beside her get up, looking unwell, the crumpled clothes clinging to his body, yet failing to make him look disheveled. Jiang Muwan hung up the phone and saw him come out of the wardrobe with clothes in hand.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her words tinged with concern.
Did Gu Jiangnian notice it?
He did.
But this hint of concern was lacking—.
The person by the door turned to look at her and saw her, too, neatly dressed and kneeling on the bed, spoke indifferently, "Taking a shower."
