When Gu Nanqiao came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Huo Jingting was leaning against the headboard handling some business on his laptop.
The light from the screen cast over his face, flickering subtly as the pages turned.
In fact, ever since they knew Mo Feng hadn't died, they knew this day would eventually come.
Yet, no one wanted to think about it, so they kept avoiding it.
However, one can evade a day, but not a lifetime. This day, inevitably, has arrived.
Gu Nanqiao knew he was also feeling uneasy. After climbing into bed, she took the initiative to hug him, gently squeezing his slender waist with her fingers.
Huo Jingting moved his gaze away from the screen, and before he could look down, he caught a whiff of a refreshing fragrance.
Lowering his head, he met her wide, glistening eyes.
Huo Jingting set aside the laptop, stretched out his long arm, and embraced her slender waist, his elegant fingers gently touching her fair little face.
