The room was as bright as daylight. Fu Jichen stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, puffing clouds of smoke, with a few cigarette butts and a pile of ashes at his feet. His deep black eyes stared straight at the front garden through the window.
The rain and snow had stopped. The streetlights emitted halos quietly in the night, illuminating the fountain pool, the octagonal pavilion, the straight and wide main avenue, and the tall greenery along the roadside.
But Shen Jianian's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Servants passing by Fu Jichen subconsciously lightened their steps, not daring to make any noise to disturb him. Anyone could see he was in a bad mood.
Zhou Rongzhen occasionally glanced at his back but dared not to go over and ask if he needed a late snack.
Since Shen Jianian moved into Rose Manor, the overall atmosphere had changed from before. Although she was quiet and didn't speak much, one more person always brought more vibrancy.
