Gu Zhou walked over to Qiao Nian and draped a fur coat over her.
Actually, Qiao Nian wasn't cold. She wanted to take off her cloak, but she received a burning gaze from the man. There was a trace of danger and warning in his eyes.
Qiao Nian lowered her hand silently.
Gu Zhou held Qiao Nian's right hand and walked beside her. "I'll take you somewhere."
Although not many people came to this villa, the servants still cleaned it regularly every day. However, the lights would not be left on.
The villa grew darker and darker. Moonlight and starlight could no longer be seen.
Qiao Nian pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Can we turn on the lights?"
That night five years ago was like a chain that had been locked around her, preventing her from breaking free.
Her footsteps gradually slowed down.