The spacious villa was suddenly left with only Fu Bing and two little kittens. The emptiness, however, was quite pleasant.
Fu Bing took the two little ones upstairs. On the second floor, she had set up a reading nook, complete with a litter box and food for the kittens.
Amidst the heavy snow, Fu Bing picked out a book and began to read slowly.
The snow outside the window grew heavier. She felt the blanket upon her grow increasingly warm.
She turned the pages of the book one by one. By the time she reached the last page, Wu Shi's bedroom door still hadn't opened.
Fu Bing got up and gently knocked on Wu Shi's door.
"Wu Shi, are you okay?"
Given Wu Shi's personality, he wouldn't sleep so soundly, she thought. Even the safest environment couldn't allow someone who had endured extraordinary circumstances to sleep soundly for long.
She knocked twice, then paused to listen for any movement inside the room. There was no sound whatsoever.
