Chapter 52

Winter in Beijing was much colder than in Lin City, with snow half a foot thick. In the evening, as darkness fell like a deep pit, Mu Hanxia faced the wind as she walked down the stairs, said goodbye to several colleagues, and walked toward Lin Mochen's home.

The clothing business still needed her to represent Lin Mochen, to come over frequently to communicate and oversee things. This time she had complied and temporarily moved into his house. Of course, she didn't sleep in his master bedroom, but stayed in the guest room instead.

It actually felt a bit wondrous. Looking at his empty, spacious house, it was clear that everywhere had a simple and cold hardness, yet everywhere there were also traces of his life. A row of shirts in the closet, a razor and men's perfume in the bathroom, and a light grey thin blanket on the sofa—was it something he draped over himself when he felt cold at home alone?