The next day, the sky was overcast.
It carried the hint of impending rain.
In the tranquil bedroom, Jiang Muwan awoke with a start at the sound of a loud "bang," trembling with fright. Propping herself up halfway, her still groggy eyes looked around, only to see Gu Jiangnian sitting on the ground, his face clouded with anger.
Glaring coldly at her,
he looked like he was ready to devour someone.
Jiang Muwan furrowed her brows at him, utterly perplexed.
After several seconds of silence, she finally spoke up, "Why did you fall to the floor?"
"Jiang Muwan, are you leaving so much space on your side to get into real estate?"
On this freezing cold morning, Gu Jiangnian had been forcibly squeezed out of bed by Jiang Muwan and made intimate contact with the floor, making him feel as if he had lived the past thirty years of his life in vain.
Getting married had let him experience all walks of life.
