She thought of the girl from her dream, and her heart ached with a faint pang of sorrow.
She got out of bed, pulled open the curtains, and looked outside.
The elegant and stunningly handsome young man was indeed still standing there. From her vantage point, he looked thin and frail, a desolate figure.
'The weather has turned cool, yet he's only wearing a thin shirt. Isn't he just trying to make me feel sorry for him?'
She let out a soft laugh. The young man seemed to sense it and abruptly looked up, his gaze meeting hers. A scorching, fiery light flashed through his peach-blossom eyes.
Shen Huoshui arched a brow slightly. A cold smile touched the corners of her bewitching eyes as her red lips moved almost imperceptibly.
Shen Zhi couldn't make out what she said, but at least he had seen her.
He shouted, "I need to see you—"
Shen Huoshui gave him a fleeting glance and dialed the butler's number.
