Wen Qiao was rubbing her eyes as she crawled out of bed, nearly forgetting what day it was.
She sat on the bed, holding the blanket around her, and looked around in a daze.
The room was completely darkened by the thick curtains, with not a sliver of light to be seen. The air conditioner hummed softly, blowing out cold air, making the bedroom with its black and white minimalist design seem utterly vast.
Suddenly, Wen Qiao felt a wave of grievance surge within her, as if she had been abandoned.
But no sooner had this feeling surfaced, someone pushed the door open from outside.
"Awake?"
Wen Qiao instinctively looked up to see the brightness outlining the man's figure at the door, but she couldn't make out his expression.
"Where did you go?"
Wen Qiao's voice carried the raspiness of having just woken up, with a hint of coy complaint.
"In the study."
Fu Jinghen walked in, drawing the curtains open just a crack to let in the morning sunlight.
