Having tidied herself up, she found a pretty dress to change into, paired below with black tights. The dress had a woolen texture, lacking the flowy feel of a summer dress, but it looked intellectual and elegant, and Jiayu liked it very much.
Although in front of Mu Ke, he had seen her looking ugly countless times, today for some reason she just didn't want him to see her with messy long hair and wearing home clothes.
As Jiayu went out, Mu Ke was still on a phone call, standing by the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, his back facing her, his voice carrying the familiar cold tone.
"Hmm, I'll return home before New Year's Eve... she's not coming back with me, it's not the time yet... let's talk about it after this matter."
It seemed that through the reflection in the glass, seeing the person standing behind, Mu Ke turned his head to glance at her and said to the person on the other end of the call, "Let's leave it at that, I have something else to do, hanging up now."
