The next day Shen Mochen got out of bed, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and had breakfast. The Gaotang State-owned Sanatorium was located in the southwestern corner of the state capital, Yu Huai City, adopting a garden-style design with picturesque scenery; just outside the gate, one could see a bridge over flowing water and the artfully arranged rocks of a dry landscape garden.
But Shen Mochen didn't have an artistic bone in his body to appreciate the beauty. After breakfast, he ran to the gate and amused himself by throwing stones at the koi fish.
"Shen, the higher-ups have arrived. Come with me," Liu Chaoyan said with a light pat on Shen Mochen's shoulder, her smile warm.
Shen Mochen nodded, clapped his hands, and followed Liu Chaoyan. Glancing at her back, the white dress that was always pristine now finally bore the stains of mud.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Liu Chaoyan laughed while tying up a strand of hair: "Does it look a bit messy?"
