Such leisurely days stretched on for a week.
Gu Shaocheng, almost treating it like a holiday, retreated from the city's hustle and bustle, and spent each day splashing around in the sea with her. Chenxing finally stopped acting strange around Gu Shaocheng and even uncharacteristically knitted him a thin scarf.
Though it was nearly April, there were still the occasional bouts of cold weather.
One day, Gu Shaocheng, uncharacteristically, arrived early at the Gu Building for a board meeting. His mood was extraordinarily good, and an unusually soft expression hung on his face throughout the meeting.
About the only nervous one was Secretary C, nestled away in a corner of the meeting room, who checked the air conditioner multiple times, quietly gauging whether the temperature in the room was set too low. Sir kept his scarf on throughout, could it be because he was cold?
She carefully speculated in her mind.
