Yunding Palace was quite far from the dining place, and by the time they returned, it was already past ten thirty.
Along the way, the two were silent.
Back in the room, Shen Jianian sat at the end of the bed, her cold fingers fiddling with the tassels at the end of her scarf.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" from next door, like something had crashed to the ground, causing Shen Jianian's nerves to tense as she stood up from the bedside.
Driven by some impulse, she walked to Fu Jichen's bedroom and stopped at the doorway.
The door was open, a silver suitcase lay open on the floor, and Fu Jichen was tossing a pile of clothes into it from the closet. He wore only a pure black shirt, and as he moved, the hem slid halfway out from his dress pants' waistband, the sleeves casually rolled up in two folds, exposing his arms which were both sensual and powerful, with a thin gold chain wrapped around his cold white wrist, usually hidden under the sleeves from easy sight.
