Two months later.
The capital, the Lou family.
The weather turned sunny, and the temperature outside rose, which was a rare sight.
In a dark corner of the attic, a man was leaning against the window, his movements ambiguous and unstable.
"Chi Xuxu, young master Chi, ah!"
The man's long hair reached his shoulders and drooped messily. His eyes, which had always been gloomy, now had a touch of gentleness.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind.
"Young master, someone is here!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, a strong force pulled Lou Chi's hand. Before he could see clearly, Lou qingyue slapped his face.
"You're still in the mood to do such a thing at a time like this!"
The woman's shrieks were ear-piercing, and her beautiful face twisted slightly.