The next day.
Last night's heavy rain cleansed the earth, and this morning the air was filled with a unique moist freshness that comes after rain.
Fan Wubing leisurely opened his eyes and saw Xianchan snuggling beside him, curled up in a ball.
She was like this almost every day. Even though she had her own room, she would always appear on either Fan Wubing's bed or Fu Manman's bed in the morning.
Mornings seemed to be a special time for her.
No sooner had Fan Wubing woken up than she immediately woke up, making one wonder if she had actually been asleep.
"Good morning."
Xianchan showed a smile as radiant as a flower. She still couldn't speak, though it didn't seem to be due to any mental issue.
Stepping out of the room and standing on the balcony, Fan Wubing looked down and saw Fu Manman in the courtyard, dressed in a deep black winter outfit with a snow cape, pacing back and forth and muttering something.
"You're up." She looked up at him.
