Late at night, in the Jiangpan Residential Area, the lights were dim.
Wrapped in a thick, long coat, Pei Muchan seemed as if she had just finished a bath, her hair tips slightly damp and leaving a faint water stain on the coat.
"Hiss~ I forgot to have you bring down my house keys." He slapped his head.
"....." Pei Muchan gave him a glance and sighed, "I told you there was no need to come over. Flying here from Chang'an, how are you going to handle your work tomorrow?"
"I've arranged everything; going back tomorrow won't be a problem." Xu Qingyan smiled, "Couldn't make things clear over the phone, thought it over and over, only seeing with my own eyes could I rest assured."
Pei Muchan's words suddenly choked back.
"Let's talk upstairs."
The familiar living room was brightly lit, spotless.
To Xu Qingyan, it felt no different from his own home; he leaned on the sofa and charged his phone. With the same charging ports, if this wasn't tacit understanding, what was?
