Early the next morning, Shen Jianian woke up before the alarm clock went off. As expected, Fu Jichen was not in bed. He always got up earlier than she did.
She heard scratching at the door from outside, probably the dogs sneaking upstairs.
Shen Jianian rubbed her hair, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went to open the door.
The two dogs squeezed through the door crack, one after the other, excitedly barking around Shen Jianian, lifting their forelegs to paw at her legs, their tails wagging like propellers.
Since she didn't have to rush to the suburban villa for piano practice today, time was more flexible, and Shen Jianian squatted down to play with the dogs.
The elevator on the third floor gave a "ding", and Shen Jianian, squatting by the door, glanced over. A man in dark grey sportswear walked out. His black hair was damp with sweat, a dry towel hung around his neck, his sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and one hand was adjusting the standing collar.
