The time is still early, and the servants have not yet risen, the living room is very quiet.
The horizon is faintly beginning to whiten, but the earth is still shrouded in darkness. When Wanxia turned back, the man was still leaning by the door, with a warm yellow light behind him.
In his eyes, it seemed as if boundless tenderness was hidden.
Wanxia didn't know what was wrong with her, suddenly she was a little afraid of his ever-present gaze. This was not what she wanted, so she quickened her pace to shake off the uncontrollable emotions.
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When the servant opened the door and saw Wanxia, there was no surprise on her face, as if she had long known.
Respectfully addressing her, "Miss Ji."
It is now six in the morning, and the sky is already bright. The empty living room is devoid of anyone, deathly silent.
Wanxia stepped in, her gaze lightly sweeping around, "Where is Xiao Chu?"
