The warm sunlight filled the room, the bustling city outside the window appeared to be coated in a golden halo.
Gu Jianlin lay exhausted on the bed, feeling a sense of relief as if he'd survived a disaster. Last night's bizarre encounter at the old house had imposed a substantial mental burden on him.
From the bathroom came faint sounds of running water, and through the mist, a fleeting glimpse of a petite yet graceful silhouette appeared and disappeared, like a budding Chinese flowering crabapple, exuding an allure within the haze.
Beautiful things always have a way of making people feel at ease, even someone as aloof as him was no exception.
He silently appreciated the girl's graceful silhouette, while mentally replaying the entire events of last night.
