Mr. Xie was at Jade Curtain Garden.
In this season, the capital had already begun to cool.
No one knew how long Mr. Xie had soaked in the water last night, but while his clothes were dry, the sofa was wet, and there was water on the floor. He had closed all the doors and windows, leaving the room air stagnant. The scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of tobacco was hardly pleasant—too intense, making the air feel thin and causing discomfort.
The bottle of foreign liquor on the table was open, its alcohol content evaporating recklessly.
Mr. Xie lay on the sofa, not bothering to pull the curtains. He shielded his eyes with a hand and, upon hearing the door open, gave no response, too lazy to move an inch.
Gu Kaiyun first went to open a window to let in some fresh air.
"Your grandfather called me to come and check on you," he said.
