Returning to his quarters, the weary Jiang Shouzhong promptly fell into a deep sleep.
The soft moonlight seeped through the window, casting a silvery glow over the man's handsome, fatigued face, reminiscent of snow light in winter.
The occasional furrowing of his brows was faintly discernible.
"Hong'er..."
The man's lips moved silently, murmuring without sound.
In his dreams, Jiang Shouzhong found his thoughts drifting to his former wife.
——
"Knock Knock Knock..."
The girl's slender fingers, reminiscent of spring onions, tapped on the door before she looked at the stunning man engrossed in reading with a beaming smile and asked in a crisp voice, "Excuse me, sir, is Jiang here?"
Jiang Shouzhong glanced up and scoffed, "He's not."
"Not here?"
The girl in the red dress sighed, her fair cheeks tinged with disappointment. Yet she teasingly inquired, "Then, does the gentleman know where Jiang might have gone?"
"I don't know… what do you want with him?"
