Huo Zhanting reached out and took the towel from An Lan's hand, tossing it aside, wrapping An Lan in his arms, and rested his head on her shoulder.
The man carried a faint scent of cedar, mixed with the fragrance of oranges, which made her feel at ease. She relaxed completely, leaning against him as they both remained silent, quietly watching the large snowflakes drifting outside the window.
As she leaned there, she started to feel drowsy.
Just at that moment, the sound of Huo Zhanting's voice above her head made her instantly alert.
"Sun Minggu has been caught."
An Lan's head shot up. Huo Zhanting's expression was calm, his tone unruffled, as if he wasn't surprised at all by how quickly Sun Minggu was apprehended. Yet she couldn't hide her excitement, "Sun Minggu was caught? When and where was he caught?"
