After a good night's sleep, the next morning Mu Yan woke up to find the spot beside her already empty.
She reached out to touch it; it was cold, indicating he had gotten up early.
She sat up and looked out the window; the sunshine was just right, and the sky was a clear blue.
The weather in Beijing in October isn't cold, just that there's quite a temperature difference between morning and night.
Stretching lazily, Mu Yan got up, washed, changed clothes, and went downstairs.
In the living room, Mrs. Zhuang was talking with Ruan Xinyu, Mr. Zhuang sat nearby reading a newspaper, while Zhuang Zeyang and Zhuang Yi had both gone to work.
Seeing her come down, Ruan Xinyu smiled and said, "Nuannuan, you're up."
"Pretty good," Mu Yan smiled, "Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt, good morning."
"Did you sleep well last night?" Mrs. Zhuang asked.
"Yes." Mu Yan nodded, subconsciously looking around. Where is he?
Ruan Xinyu noticed her confusion and asked, "Looking for Jing Heng?"
