The room resonated with the most passionate and melodious symphony of winter.
It went on and on.
So, neither of them heard the sound of a key turning in the front door at that moment.
The door opened.
Zhou Yuyan walked in from outside.
While having lunch at the restaurant, the sleeve of her dress accidentally brushed against some oil on the table.
Though she tried to wipe it with a napkin, a large stain remained, so she came back to change her jacket.
She closed the door, suddenly feeling something was amiss.
Why was there a... strange sound in the house?
She stood up straight, tilting her head to listen more carefully.
Then she heard it—a primal sound coming from the direction of the bedroom...
Zhou Yuyan felt startled inside.
Had her brother-in-law returned?
Was he with her sister right now...
Her first instinct was to turn around and leave immediately, pretending she hadn't been back at all.
Her hand was already on the doorknob.
