Xiao Chen fell silent, his eyes shrouded in a thin mist, complex and profound, making his handsome and cold face even more inscrutable.
Xiao Dian cleverly ended the call after finishing speaking.
He sat in front of his desk for a long time, the cigarette in his hand burnt down to the butt, and yet he seemed not to notice.
The next day.
Yun Yue woke up late in the morning, abruptly sitting up with sharp, compelling eyes sweeping her surroundings before realizing she was in her own room.
She thought back to last night—had Xiao Chen hypnotized her?
Seeing the incense at the bedside that hadn't burnt out, she recognized it as something sold in the market, used for aiding sleep.
She had slept especially soundly, not having those strange dreams.
After washing up, she wandered into the living room with a casual stride.
She was startled to see a familiar figure in the kitchen—Xiao Chen, with his sleeves rolled up and wearing an apron, was chopping vegetables with a knife.
