"Right away."
Over there, Feng Ziheng quickly replied.
After hesitating for a moment, Chu Liangxia continued, "Let me come and pick you up."
"Okay."
Feng Ziheng nodded, agreeing.
...
After hanging up the phone, Chu Liangxia didn't pack anything and just ran out directly.
By the time she got to the yard downstairs, she suddenly realized that her attire... was very problematic.
Long-sleeved nightgown, messy hair cascading down, slippers on her feet, and the evening breeze blowing in her face, the thin fabric brushing against her skin, sending shivers up her spine.
She stopped in her tracks, instinctively hugging her shoulders.
It's cold.
"Liangxia?"
Just when she was hesitating whether to go upstairs to get another layer of clothing, she heard a rather surprised shout from behind.
Chu Liangxia turned around, looking at the approaching person.
It was Mu Yiqing.
The light was a bit blurry, casting a faint glow over him, seeming to amplify the mild aura emanating from him.