The call ended.
Sheng Congzhi slowly came back to her senses and walked outside with her phone in hand.
Gu Yunxiu was still standing on the terrace, feeling somewhat dissatisfied, "The fireworks are over? Just like that? That was way too quick."
...
Sheng Congzhi took the elevator straight down to the ground floor.
It was very late and the Shen Family usually went to bed early, so only a few small night lights were left on in the first floor and the yard.
She followed the path and reached the front gate of the yard.
Indeed, from afar, she could see a tall and slender figure standing outside.
The night was thick around him; the man lifted his hand to his thin lips, pinching a cigarette, while waving with the other hand.
Suppressing a smile, Sheng Congzhi slowed her pace and walked over leisurely.
Upon opening the gate, it drew his complaint, "Your husband's about to freeze to death here, and you're still so leisurely?"
