The early morning sunlight streamed through the semi-transparent sheer curtains, quietly illuminating the bedroom, casting its light on the large round bed near the window.
Gong Hao, dressed in loose striped pajamas, stood by the bedside, his refined face showing an odd expression, looking at Xiao Wan with an unmistakable hint of concealed panic in his eyes.
Besides, there was no one else in the vast bedroom.
Xiao Wan was also a bit surprised. She was certain that the bedroom only contained her and Gong Hao, with absolutely no presence of a third person.
But why did Gong Hao have this kind of expression, what kind of shock did he receive?
Xiao Wan was extremely puzzled. Although Gong Hao's cultivation was mediocre, he was a deeply cultured and scheming person.
He usually carried himself with the demeanor of a gentleman, as composed as jade, remaining unflinching in the face of great upheaval.
Such a look of panic and distress was truly rare.
