Shen Chi was alone in the Waterside Pavilion, looking at the empty house, as he poured himself a glass of red wine.
The wind outside shook the trees in the garden relentlessly, the leaves falling one by one, scattering across the ground.
He realized that he hadn't seen Xu Chaomu for many days.
These days, he had been so busy with the Bai Family's affairs that he couldn't bring himself to trust Ruan Hang with everything.
That day, Ji Shengxuan had called him to go drinking at the club, but he wasn't in the mood, so he declined.
The night sky was very dark, with visibility almost nil everywhere. The street lamps had been drenched by the rain, their lights blurring into halos, dreamlike and hazy.
Sitting in front of the French windows, he found himself missing that little guy.
Remembering his smile, the corners of Shen Chi's lips involuntarily lifted, forming a gentle curve.
With that thought, he made a call to Xu Chaomu.
