The candle on the cake had burned through the night, and Wen Nuan just stared at it in a daze. In the candlelight, Wen Nuan felt like she could see Fu Mingyu's face.
Still as handsome, still as gentle, looking at her with pampering eyes, just like over the past decade.
Not sure when she fell asleep, but when Wen Nuan woke up again, the phone next to her pillow was ringing.
"Nuan Nuan, are you up?"
Fu Mingyu asked loudly.
"Up, up..."
Wen Nuan sat up and shouted.
"Oh, then what are you doing?"
Fu Mingyu's voice on the other end carried a hint of laughter, sounding pretty good-humored.
"Me, I..."
Peeking at the clock on the wall, Wen Nuan then realized it was already past eleven. Scratching her messy bed hair, Wen Nuan said brightly, "I... I just did the laundry and I'm hanging it up to dry. Third Brother, how long until you get here?"
"Hanging clothes?"
