Qiao An was already accustomed to it.
......
Since that night, Situ Yunshu hadn't seen Mu Jingnan again.
Even when Little Nuomi came, it was Mu Jingxi's guards who brought her over.
Life seemed to have returned to peace.
The Mu Family Main Building, South Wing.
It was already ten-thirty at night and Mu Jingnan hadn't returned.
She put down the needlework in her hand and picked up the phone to call him, wanting to ask if he was busy and when he would come back.
Mu Jingnan didn't answer the phone.
She made several calls in succession, but he still didn't answer.
Later, she simply turned off the phone.
Yao Wangshu got up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, as the snow fell thicker, filling the courtyard with a layer of white snow.
The branches were bent under the snow, and under the light, the falling snowflakes had a special crystalline beauty.
She pressed both hands on the glass, her head leaning against it, lost in thought.
