Lu Jinnian had woken up early in the morning to come to the Mount Yi villa. As he still had a slight fever, he never slept well, and so listening to Qiao Anhao's chatter, he unwittingly nodded off.
That nap, he fell into a particularly deep sleep. When he woke up again, sky outside his window was already dark. As the lights were off in his room, it was pitch-black.
Lu Jinnian felt around for the remote control. He turned on all the lights in the villa. Seeing that he was the only one in the room, he instinctively raised his arm to rub the bandage on his back. With this, he confirmed that Qiao Anhao had really been here this afternoon. He then flew off the bed and left the room.
The villa was very quiet. Apart from his footsteps, no other sounds could be heard. The floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor wasn't shut, and so the cold night air blew the curtains, fluttering them endlessly.
