The cold wind in the courtyard of the Gu Mansion whipped up, sweeping the fallen leaves off the ground.
It crept in through the slivers of space by the windows, stirring the sheer curtains and dropping the room's temperature a fraction.
The sound of the hairdryer masked the cold wind outside, but Muwan still detected the chill that insinuated itself into the room.
Her hair danced in Jiangnian's hands, and while he raised his arm, she took the opportunity to glance at the fluttering curtains with a side eye.
She tugged at the hem of the person beside her, looking first at the window and then at him, her posture all but issuing the command for him to go close it.
Jiangnian was about to take two steps when Muwan's phone rang. Seeing the flashing number on the screen, she reached out to answer and a very tender "Mom" spilled from her throat.
It even made the person reaching to close the window pause in his motion.
