"Now?"
"No," Fu Siyu slightly turned his head toward Shu Wan. "You can rest this afternoon, and after dinner, I'll take you out."
"Okay."
Shu Wan had the same intention.
Fu Siyu seemed busy. After speaking with Shu Wan, he returned to his study to work, and Shu Wan sat in the living room reading for a while.
The huge floor-to-ceiling window acted like a barrier between reality and fantasy, as the rain outside grew heavier and the ground turned into an expanse of water.
As Shu Wan watched, drowsiness overwhelmed her. She leaned on the sofa intending to lie down for a bit, not expecting to fall asleep right away.
When she awoke, a blanket covered her, faintly emitting the scent of sandalwood.
From nearby, the quiet sound of pages turning reached her ears. She turned her head and saw Fu Siyu sitting by the window, eclipsing all the art pieces in the room with his presence.
Who doesn't enjoy gazing at beautiful things? Shu Wan was no exception.
