Chi Yu declined Yao Tao's kind invitation: "No, thank you, I prefer peace and quiet."
Alright then.
Yao Tao said no more, picked up the shopping basket, and prepared to get busy in the kitchen.
No one had come by today; presumably, everyone was either at home for New Year's Day or visiting more picturesque places.
The sky was a dreary gray, and the damp smell was getting stronger—it was about to rain. Chi Yu bent down to pet the two tabby cats before standing up to head back to his room.
Gu Yuan's room wasn't locked; just push down the handle, and the door would open.
Chi Yu paused outside the door, unable to restrain himself, he went in after all.
The room had been unoccupied for quite some time; it was hastily tidied up yesterday. Her presence was minimal; the suitcase wasn't opened, and a bag rested on the cabinet.
Chi Yu went to the bedside; the blanket held a trace of Yuanyuan's scent, as did the pillow. He longed to lean in and smell it, and in fact, he did.
