The season of falling snow (9)

Xiajun Zihao's brows twitched as he looked on. A faint glow appeared in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. Following that, a vortex that looked like an explosion of wind flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, xiajun Zihao kept his emotions in check.

"Aunt Lin, you should go and rest. You don't have to work here."

"Yes!"

After aunt Lin left, xiajun Zihao stood quietly on the spot. He leaned against the wall elegantly and lazily, deep in thought.

After a while, he walked towards the guest room where Xie Yan 'er was.

The door was ajar, and he opened it easily.

Although the lights in the room were turned off, the curtains were not drawn. It was white outside, and the room was slightly lit.

Xiajun Zihao could see that Xie Yan 'er had fallen asleep on the bed, curled up into a ball, as if she had no sense of security.

Xiajun Zihao slowed down his footsteps and walked to the side of the bed before sitting down slowly.