Not a Minute Wasted
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
They snuggled quietly on the living room couch.
The sky outside the French windows was growing darker, and the wind was howling louder. The dried yellow leaves on the trees fell on the ground and were blown away by a gust of wind. The leaves dancing mid-air were like his own uneasy heart.
Huo Shaoheng was worried.
He originally assumed that they were guaranteed to win the estate feud, yet it had become one trouble after another. It appeared that Gu Yanran still had many cards up her sleeves. He was also unsure if Gu Nainzhi could handle it or not.
Lowering his head, he wanted to say something but saw that Gu Nianzhi had already laid in his arms and fallen asleep.
Her breathing was even and light. Her long eyelashes did not move as they covered the hint of bruising under her eyes.