The next day.
After breakfast, Song Zhen went to work at the Group, but Yunxi didn't go.
He had Zhang Wei compile all the bodyguard information at Zhenyuan into a booklet and handed it over to him.
In the yard, snowflakes began to fall.
He sat in an octagonal pavilion at Zhenyuan, surrounded by transparent floor-to-ceiling windows that kept out the cold while allowing him to enjoy the snow scene of Zhenyuan.
Beside him, Qiao Yi leisurely made coffee for Yunxi, meticulously noting the milk and sugar ratios each time before letting Yunxi taste it.
Yunxi, with his picky taste, tried it over and over, savoring the flavors before giving her guidance.
The couple sat like this, time gently passing, enjoying the quiet together.
It wasn't until Yunxi was satisfied and the booklet was completely reviewed and annotated that he looked at Qiao Yi seriously and said, "The taste of the last cup was already very close; there was basically no difference."
