Qiao Xi slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the sender of the message on the glowing phone screen beside her bed.
It was Xu Xiuyuan—a newly sent text message.
She glanced at the time displayed on the phone screen. It was already past one in the morning.
Qiao Xi's mind was far from calm.
She turned her head to look at the sleeping Huo Xingzhou beside her. After some contemplation, she finally got up, put on a coat, and tiptoed toward the door.
Click—a quiet sound as the door softly closed.
She walked along the hallway to the glass window at the end, where she could take in all the scenery outside. It was also far from the guest rooms, ensuring she wouldn't disturb Old Chen and Sun Weimeng.
She took a deep breath and tightly wrapped the coat around her body.
It was snowing tonight in the Imperial Capital, and the villa was already heated. But near the window, the temperature was colder than the room, with the chill frantically squeezing through the cracks.
